Wherefore do we speak, when in an embrace,
From words that ripple through our forms?
Entwined, we dance between velvet stars,
Entangled, we have mourned in past memories.
I am your child, and I am puny.
You are my beloved, and I am in you.
Sheets surround us,
A rope is at our feet.
A love has groped us,
A love that set us free.
Are we in love, in this heat?
In this Hell, are we in love?
But, you are as beautiful as every dreaming night,
When in the haze of rising love.
A puddle now forms a color upon these sheets,
Something has leaked.
Romance, and petulance, made a form.
A love, we have grown, up to see a moon.
You have a body that would baffle,
The highest angels,
And all the gods would marvel at thy radiant face,
For it is better than the purest silk, or softest gold.
A breast that moves, like two ships upon water,
They roar a lapping on the heavy waves.
I am in love.
Yes! I am in love,
With a woman who is she,
The many gestures that I have freed.
Though, are you in love?
Have you found love in our heat?
I have struck a heart,
But have I played even a single note?