Love Poem: moment most rare -

moment most rare -

we merge ...
          I, rooted in your core
               grinding up as you press down, never deep enough
     supine, you on knees above, I reach up

weaving my fingers through silken strands
          I guide your head gently down toward me, moondrops in your eyes
               sweet tresses fall between us as our mouths melt together
     tongues playing their own game, soft like bubblegum

I swim up the river to your soul
          to that place indescribable, warm and dark
               we are so melded that I almost feel alone ... lonely
     but in the sense of being US, and one

I could let go my spirit there ...
          without fear or regret or contemplation
               I could stay forever on those shores, in joy
     lost in our union and ethereal embrace

but it is far, far too precious for those ends
          exquisite and rare for the sake of how momentary
               and blessed for the sake of how perfect
     how tenderly and passionately ... perfect.








~ 1st Place ~  in the "Brian's Select 1, Any Form, Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.

~ 1st Place ~  in the "Favorite Poem From Last Week" Poetry Contest, Lu Loo, Judge & Sponsor.