Making Love to a God
In order to connect,
They must be on a boundary,
Stuck between worlds.
He looks distracted,
Almost sleepy,
Yet full of love.
But at the same time you,
Loyal subject,
Feel as if every nerve ending is on fire.
In every sloppy kiss
Is the whisper of an ocean wind,
In every grasp
The protection of a mountain,
In every thrust
The power of a thousand storms.
To them we are a fantasy,
And to us they are a dream come true.
~K.ZED


















