White heavenly flowers,

I feel them fall, and caress.

I feel life swelling through these arms.

I feel them grow heavy in parts, where I enjoy slipping in silver amulets.

I feel your presence in these wrists, around this throat,

Your grid is circulating, and thickening, in and around, my womb.

I draw in deep breaths.

This pen loses it grip, almost slipping off these fingers.

I feel our alignment with the meridians of this expansive cosmos.

I am quiet.

I am silent.

I am at ease.

I feel the fruition of your seed.

I feel your warmth, and the heat of this fertile basin.

I allow love.

I am love.