In quietness and confidence
I stand before you
I offer you my hand
No words are spoken
For none are needed
The inter-locution of our souls complete
You take my hand
Folding it against your breast
So I feel the beating of your heart
You kneel
Slowly
Longingly
Looking up you find your answer
In giving of your best
You find contentment
In a special set of laws
I run my finger under your lip
Catching the escaped elixir
Which your tongue retrieves
You recline on your bed
Your form opening in invitation
Already glistening
Flooding with need
Smiling, I kneel before your chalice
Drinking deep the waters of life
Your form giving and giving again
As rapture gives her evidence
