What was I was feeling?
It was not an excited amorous joy
Or a breathtaking fever
It was divine sublimation
A physical lyrical sonnet
A lifting of spirit
And when the moment of our union reached its height
When I felt my body shake with its explosive release
I was no longer under him – next to him – surrendered to him
I was lofty over a range of azure pink and purple mountains
Liberated and at great peace
As I soared I heard a distant echo
His voice – gently – softly – calling me home
I did not wish to leave this place – this heavenly serene tranquil weightless place
But his soft command demanded my return
Fluttering eyelids —
“What — ? Where — ?”
“You flew sweet girl…”
Such a gift he gave me.
One for which I shall be forever grateful, and one that lives with me …
… every moment of every day.