sleeping in the silence
lulls love's winter time
blankets of understanding
softly cover passion's sweet climb
gentle is the moment
ever free of all outside expectation
where bodies wondrously meet
joyous in each their mutual admiration
summer's past echoes
the light of immodest jubilee
no one but thy deepest and truest love
could ever know
just how I so selflessly come to thee
too numerous are the melting moments
that I could adequately touch upon
the times you've given me
myself in perfect ecstasy
like no other to such heavenly place
it seems has ever gone..........
(Feb. 22, 1995 pm)