Full Circle

  The season shall come
when you will mold me
with your upper hand
the huntress in my countenance
obscured by my submissive sigh
and I, taking shape
will ask if I please you
 
In the dawning of this union
awaked to senses previously denied
imprisoned by the great divide
I will yield my spirit to you
to bend
but not to break
sweet spring rains will sate my cheek
and I will ask if I please you
 
As your summer still rises
I shall bask in its glory
finding strength in your hands
growth in your power
every moment learning
beneath your fingers burning
and I will ask if I please you
 
Seeking perfection together
we rise, entwining
where you are my sun
I am your moon
needy of your light
for my own illumination
and as the cycle winds it's way
dawn to twilight, night to day
we will come full circle
and I will know
that I have pleased you 

©1998