There we sat in the dark
Senses consumed by emptiness
Being but a seed yet to sprout

An impulse of growth
Hands sprout out and reach
Clasping the other across the dark

The spark the spark
Lighting the movement of life
Something is growing here

Her body responds
Two seeds growing near
Striving to become one

An explosion of lust
A flash of passion
Are we dancers, or the dance?

In this space there is no I
Nor a you, just ours
Ours is that which isn’t

Her smile breaks through the clouds
Movement and heat bring me back
This dance has just begun

Two seeds have sprouted
But also taken root
Where will they grow

Watch as the trees twist
And turn around and around
Vibrations pleasing body’s depth

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