Sweetness

Sweetness flowing into me, through me, and a long, complicated, at times, very simple, arduous journey takes place - Pan's mischievousness brushes past Cupid's bow on her face, lips touch, tongues twist, rivers collide, arms around each other, rain pours down - I playfully hit her on the arms, and she squeals, "Ow!!!" and she sounds so cute, and I massage away the area on the arm I had hit, and she says, delightfully, " That feels so good!" So I tickle her, and she laughs and writhes and squirms and moves her body all over the place, like a little girl, and it is like the day the formless first became form - jaw-dropping, awe-inspiring...

I look into her eyes. Deep, soothing tears flow. She disappears. We disappear.

Finally, sweetness flows

As me,

As her,

And without me , without her,

And there is

Only

Sweetness.