A Love Poem

Oh love,
Let me bathe in the pools of your eyes
You lavish me so,
With contentment.
A strong, burning, writhing undertow
And I find myself catching my breath,
As you tell me so...

It is hard not to believe in the dying season
Where the choirs fade unto the cold oblivion
And I am running, the chill, cutting against my skin...

I find your arms, your face, you lips, again.
Your heat, scalds me, the sweetest sin
The foliage knotting within our hair,
Hands drifting to those places, we revel within.

And the storms roll overhead, great thunder, crescendos
The violins that drift along, the musical lines of splendor.
And here within the shelter, of barren trees, and skin
We find our pride is tucked away within the folds of a whim...

And our breaths are syncopated, a tidal rise and fall
And you whisper sweet nothings, into my ear, against the call.
And as I dig  my hands within the soil, and brace us against the light
We drift within our ocean, of smooth, tangled delight.

And when we break apart, our skin singed, our pounding veins,
Implore us that we find ourselves again, beneath the autumn rain.