And The Rhythm Begins Again

Intimacy of love written in words and verses.

And The Rhythm Begins Again

Restless throbbing of our hearts for
something both of us fervently desire
a gift from nature a physical yearning
don’t dread anything just gently
fill my being.

Spoken words, whispers in my ears
Feeling of touch, I know not where
I close my eyes, in front of me you are there
warm lips gently pressed on mine
I truly care.

Rustling breeze ignites the fire within us
flames that yield my soul, my human flesh,
in the loving comfort of your arms and body
my sweet surrender for what you
promised me.

The earth shakes in brief rhythmic moments,
grinding faults tremors created from
its quake, the field of lilies and golden daffodils
expect the shower that I too
impatiently wait.

Pulsating valor of our hearts slowly calm
down, bare bodies sprinkled with pearls
of perspiration still entwined in the splendid oneness
of our beings as the ritual, the cycle, and the
rhythm begins again.