Like never before, we conquer our stammering

Phrases no longer trail away
No, we catch them and instill in them
the speech of open, confident rhythm

Bubbles arise within you
laden with coconut flavour
and your laughter as forceful as
rushing water heads to wash me clean
in the meeting hall of our openness

Soon thereafter, peace will step in to our door
to an embrace possessed of silence
and we will merge, I the lemon, you the cream.
We shall be christened Lemon Cream
I ripen, ready and reaching.