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.