A fire burns inside my closed walls
and begs me to come forth,      into the light of day.
Into the man made architecture,
who's arches praise the skyline.

This fire is tempered by the smooth
beauty of your legs,    caressing my back.
And your arms assuring me,    that all is well
within the structure of the man made shrines.

Your face assures me of the foundation of beauty
behind the illusion of concrete, walls,  and wood.
Your smile shows me how beautiful it is
to dance in and out of the pain, and maze
of man made architecture,   that reaches to the skyline.

Your lips assure me.
They validate our race,
as we traffic our way through the maze of
man made architecture,    that reaches to the skyline.

Your entire embrace envelopes me and confirms
this urge,  hanging on,   thrusting forth,
finally bursting into the well.

Into the well of the knowledge,      that all is well
within the parameters of man made architecture,
as it holds forth,        praising,  reaching,   and
shooting forth to the skyline.