Burning, Fueled by Air

During the hour between
Darkness and first glow
Thoughts will grow
From deep soil unseen

The seed pod germinates
In the stirring blood
The primordial mud
Where prudence terminates

Desire pushes up and through,
Burning, fueled by air,
All senses suddenly aware
Of what the body must do

Hands reach across the divide
To touch warm skin, soft hair,
Eager in this hour to declare
What the soul no longer can hide

Pressing against limbs and tongue,
Heat smolders, intensifies,
Then, at once, demystifies
Secret lyrics the soul has sung

In that hour between night
And first gentle glow of day
The soul knows what it must say
And what it cannot possibly fight