Slowly, he skips to my midnight-drowsy eyes,
stuttering these palms with his silent lip-synch;
adoration’s mourning moan descends upon the drape
of my nightgown along my neck.
Swiftly, he slides to my early-rising stretch,
purring as a cat in my lap might do;
adulation’s misty murmur ascends across my spine
as I lay my books aside to gleam in rapture.
Trusting, we arch our fingers into a nascent folding,
wrapping around each other as shimmering ribbons
tightly tied upon a glistening gift.
Telling truths from our every glance,
we glide to such subtle music, forming memories
within our hovering hands as they seek true north.
Surely, we sway to every lost beat, retrieving rhythms
from the quiet veils of night’s eternal drift ~
twisting together, we unravel myths of martyred dreams
which will never perish beyond perusal of passion ~
our kiss becomes kindling for Winter’s keeping,
safe from the beckoning of any storm...
Silver trophy winner
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You have done a marvelous job on this love poem without it being gooey or sloppy! 
You have touched the heart of love because you are IN the heart of love right now. Thank you so much for entering my contest.
