Your subtle ambush swept me over, slipping
into enchantment- you send a wave of
illicit desire, stroking the fringe of pursuit.
You chose me- an open vessel
Ripe- fruitful- voluptuous
I’m creating a space for you-
as artistry swells, I
will not let you be for-
gotten, your chase.
We will conceive- beautiful
magic that will not
let me be.
make yourself comfortable.
When creativity invites- I respond. Been dreaming a lot lately- ready for doing.
Creating space, making time, sitting down to put it out there.
Magic, may you continue to chase after me as I chase after you.
We build and flourish.
Dream with me- will you.