The Sensual Side of Love

We share ourselves like strands of light parting sunlit trees

the shadows sparing thirsty eyes the drink of too much fire

we share soft whispers warmed in depths of searing wont

as silent wishes discharge themselves in unspoken places

we share the probing pleas of kisses waiting invitation

to map forbidden places illuminated by desire

we breathe from one another through soft cries of deep awakening

that pitch our need against the slavery of propriety

let loose from ourselves we erupt from the safety of our private deep

and sail above the censored veil to seize the music from the dance

tempered in fire, the burning within forges the coming of together

poured from molten souls to fill the empty cup that comes to drink

consumed and gathered, merged and blended, like strands of morning light

forging trails through the leaves of summer trees

we rest, spent and conquered like filtered light, softly expired in the shadows

of love's premeditated charge.