A WISH UPON A STAR

There's magic in the beauty of your name each time

I speak it--a cloudburst of excitement, like fireworks

in the high night sky.

You make me so happy--better than sex is the warm

milk of joy that flows out of me when I think of you.

You are my morning's glow, the first peep of the sun,

breaking like a brushfire over the distant mountains

and trees . . .

And I feel the cool breath of your voice upon the wind

as you sing to me sweet soft tender love songs--songs

of lovers battling against the odds trying to keep them

apart, but fighting to the death to defend their love,

their passion for each other, as is my love and passion

for you.

I feel it upon the wind. The sweet kisses to come. The

hope of every twinkling star, the sparkle on the water,

the small, simple, trickle of sweat when you touch my

hand, and rub my back, and hold my innocence in your

hands. I breath: "I love you!" even as the first

flowing milk ooze slowly out of me, my lips, dripping

with honey from the kisses your warm breasts have

given me . . .

I find myself lost in your arms, your lips moist with mine,

your tender sweet embraces cradling me, rocking me to

ecstasy, a suddenly gone loud excitement upon the air,

a dove flying by, carries us up, up, up to explode like

diamonds among the stars. . . .