My darling at my side, she feels my giddy pride,
The singing of the wheels a serenade
As the touch of mystery joins we two together once again,
Double digits frolic...
           who knows where or when.

Mariachi music infuses the air with lighthearted mirthful
Whimsy,
With exuberance,

With prankish joy.

The touch of the digits expands our gaiety galore... 
          much more and more.

Landscape drifting slowly, quickly, just beyond horizons.
Rueful restless fingers tender, soft, so true.

Enclosing each about the other's
Sensitivity, among the sunlights rays we blink...
          horizon far away.

Musky nostril hues of novelty,
Strumming
Odorously within the space, the breadth...
           of a nose, a kiss.

The summer story of rhapsody,
Tonality, vivacity of touch...
          together is the word that is used forever more.

Majestically playing among thoughts, of dreams, of immortality.

Touching the palms of devotions...
         to us.

To dedication, rededication, to sacrifice,
To fidelity,
Of touching my own true love.

Until the journey's very end
We adore
What has and ever will be...
          our voyage of cherishing.