Espial

Espial


She rises above me, pale in the night,
reflecting our passion as light from the moon.
Her eyes, like the stars, are silent and bright
and dance with the magic of two hearts in tune.

Her warmth has me captured yet I slowly recede
as the physical ties now fade in time's mist;
the ardor replaced by a more pressing need
to confirm to each other that "we" still exist.

In the moments before when the boundaries blurred,
when we melded as one in passion's abyss,
when "together" was more than a physical word,
we touched on a moment of transcendent bliss.

Now in the darkness with silence around
we live with the fear that the moment has passed
not comprehending the love that has bound
two seekers together - discovered at last.

Notes

An entry for "A River of Poetry"  [E]

Thank you for taking time to read my words. I would appreciate it if you took a moment and left a comment. Your reaction, impressions, criticisms, - yes, even praise are all equally welcome.

Ken