A thought form leaves the restless brain

with its tiny chord into the void,

a bubble fit to bursting flies

while sensed by the love one's seeking eyes

 

and waiting by the chosen gate

the loved one then takes up the thought,

responds with favours deeply felt

with senses taut, deftly dealt.

 

A smile seals the fate of it,

the tiny chords of thoughts entwine

and pleasure presses home its claim

as the unison of thoughts inflame.