life has a honeysuckle lover

This evening,

as the day ends

Presence  comes to me

envelops me

stills me

and asks me to dance.

I tell him I will let him lead.

whole body excitement to have such a dance partner.

mind cannot know, 

is my Beloved he or she?

something moves me

something touches me

and something loves me, 
all the same.

I am a woman.
my senses tell me

my Beloved is my polar opposite,

or we couldn't be so attracted.

from winter's long sleep

He came to meet my scent

as I express 
from the inside, 

on the wood's edge,
my honeysuckle self.

My Beloved feels very awesomely masculine 

and tender in his love for me.

The music has begun,

I must go now.