D.H.L.3 Poem by chris dawson

Slowly she closed her hands around him;
in an instant feeling that she held the very core of his power.
Entombed by the moment, by his presence, she was overcome, as if to faint..
and awaken in another realm.
They passed away together,
to another side.
An overwhelming fullness and immediate flood of gratification
swept as the rushing tide.
A descent to the intolerable
was now an accession.
This deepest..
darkest..
source was now her life force;
She was empowered
as he controlled,
guided,
lead,
directed.
So base, yet such a higher plane…
she yielded and left her world behind.