The Flow

The joy of you runs through my mind
When you are not by my side.
The well of you is drawn from for comfort
To sustain me through hard times.
Even then, a draught could not wither my heart.
The only true oasis
Is the sweet moistness from your succulent, willing red lips.
Now I need my nightly rest,
For the morning bestows upon me your gracious form.
Now to journey embracing,
As we live life creating our own history, energy must flow
Through us, as well as around us.

by Tim DiVito

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