Him:  Clear is your voice

Like crystals that shatter

When you scatter the silence

And that’s when I can see the light

Shine through a prism you created

Her: A light so bright as if directly from Source

My warmth is stimulated

Like the solar plexus massaged with mustard oil

It’s invigorating

Him:  So different, the colors, when you’re elated

That beam and seem to bring dreams to reality

Her: Elated by a prose so smooth

It slides from one realm of existence

Into another

A mist that encompasses most aspects

Of joy never thought possible