For Karen

D O N ' T       S T O P  

Sometimes in a dimly realized dream, your face drifts in and out of focus,
One laughing eye peering out at me, between strands of golden hair,
Lips beckoning mine to venture closer, closer, closer, until they meet,
Lingering in a kiss that surpasses the very breath we draw, until we are one.  

Together, hearts beating in unison,  blood rushing to hitherto unknown parts
Of our bodies, in a flaming cold warmth that engulfs mind, body and spirit,
A river of passion threatening to flood our every sense, washing us up
On the shore of an idyllic island, with scents run riot through our senses.  

Fingers entwined, legs entangled, breast to breast, breath to breath,
The beginning of one the ending of the other in a mobius of nerves,
Pounding hearts, and senses trying to absorb each the other, the food of life,
If only for one eternal moment trying to make time stop its inevitable march,
Toward an implacable and inevitable future only vaguely sensed but known
As certainly as the rising and setting of the sun with the passing of each day.  

Clinging to the dreams of the night as they fade into wisps of half-remembered
Visions of a paradise on Earth, in our hearts and in our minds, and most important,
In our memories, embedded deeply in the scrapbooks of the lives we share,
Never to fade or dull, never to lose their luster, or to dim in any way.  

Always fresh as new-cut dandelions, always as real as this moment right now,
Always who we were, who we are, who we will inevitably become, over the passing
Days, as immortal as the solar wind, blown gently out into the wide universe,
Driven across time and space, by the bonding of two hearts beating as one.