Making love

sitting here at my desk I started to daydream about making love

and how it can transfrom your relationship and the way you communicate.

So, I wrote this little poem

They speak to each other in subtle movements and soft glances
Their bodies move in rhythm and harmony
They appear to be wrapped in each others invisible arms all the time

They have created their own world their own language and nothing outside
disturbs their world
They stand together strong as an evergreen tree in the middle of the desert
giving life unto itself
A mystery which isn’t so what makes their love grow is making love
They look into each others eyes not to see but to be

In each others eyes is where the source of their strength lives
They only look within themselves never outward nor around
For within them is every thing they need to keep making love