Cartwheeling, wrenching, tumbling.
With the sound of your breath
Your languid heat against mine
The agonizingly slow way you bow
Stretch and reach for me
With a sparkle in your eye
And just a touch of play
We scamper, turning and moving
Like the repetitive singing chimes of a grandfather clock.
Tiny grains of sand gaily announce our union
My Beloved and I.