Love Poem

When we make love, I feel I'm on the highest mountain, And the hundreds of gods in the golden Valley below Reach up to us. We are the sun. When we make love, There is no bed, no floorboards, No peeling walls, no ceiling. Floating Shrines That rise among the Flowers. The only walls, your legs and arms Entwined, so warm and strong with Mine. When we make love. When we make love. When we make love, Misplaced words align And Turn into a poem. Sorrows turn to blossoms. We are ancient and just born. Time happens all at Once. When we make love. When we make love. I remember summers, smoking cigarettes, Blowing smoke bubbles in the swimming pool. Bikinis and rainbows under Sprinklers. When we make love. When we make love. Summer rains on hot streets. Sun cream on warm skin. Lemonade and night swims wearing nothing. When we make love. When we make love. I Remember summers, smoking cigarettes, Blowing smoke bubbles in the swimming pool. Bikinis and rainbows under Sprinklers. When we make love. When we make love. Summer rains on hot streets. Sun cream on warm skin. Lemonade and night swims wearing nothing. When we make love. When we make love