Satisfaction Of Distraction

Coming rush our heat created
lips pressed tight and skin is burning
satisfaction of distraction
in the shade your cheeks are turning
Ticking clock is now my rival
stand not watch and turn your eye
make it clear unwelcomed here
as sands go sifting by
Enraptured by a moments kiss
can't miss the seconds passing
simply mine embrace entwine
upon your waves and crashing
Burning hot with racing thought
dig nails in for attention
answered back as teeth exact
the words we fail to mention
Spinning fast is time unknowing
growing tension now in sync
satisfaction of distraction
seems we two are on the brink
Battle ground of mouth to mouth
now cheek to cheek we're turning
coming rush and heat's created
lips are tight and skin is burning

The Wind

All of heaven rustling
jostling moving all about,
birth of wind to us descend
as prayers are carried out.
Circling through our being
breath of life does ebb and flow,
amazing thing comes flight to wing
and peaks of mountains know.
Gift of God is smoothing sands
cooling brows and working hands,
this pause to life in high demands
it moves to dance at his commands.
Angelic wings to stir and guide
to pass from heaven's walls,
to every string of thought and thing
from rise to curtain falls.
It governs me as well this day
no birth of words without,
All of heaven rustling
jostling moving all about.

Spiraling

Spiraling taste of heaven
moving forward sitting still,
Bend you many different ways
yet never bending will.
Conscious and objective
fighting for a moment slide,
enveloped in a gentle rain
from pain nowhere to hide.
Tucked away from nothing
fully open to it all,
here I feel just safe enough
to trust you if I fall.