I used my hands and lips,
slowly and deliberately
to awaken her,
from her cold sleeping winter.
Each moment, by passing moment,
I could feel her blossoming,
under my touch,
Until the drip of spring life,
permeated her soul,
and her sweet river
became a song
to which we danced.
Together we moved
in adagio rhythms
savoring our leisurely loving.
As each new day dawned
our souls learned to cavort.
Each pleasure found
creating strength within
our very being.
