Love Poetry: The Meeting
When we meet, I need not be presumptuous.
It’s you that I want to discover though.
The nuances of what you say
Whispered, in slow motion
The firm fingers curling into mine seeking warmth
It’s in this moment, fleeting toward sunset
We spin threads of togetherness
Whispy fine silk sashes
Flash red from the horizon
To embrace your lips
To embody our relationship
Love, with us in flow
Love, we laugh we know
Love, we are divine
Love, with us will grow
We will be enhanced by that which is Love
Let go of harshness to discover compassion
Receiving reassurances which tingle in our ears
Of all we see, we hear, we feel, we touch,
Will stretch to eternity
Will resound to Infinity
Will unite this all, this much.
Will bind the bond of this moment
With our Touch.