It May Not Seem

it may not seem to the naked eye that fire burns in a stifled cry that sparks arise that never fly that lips without words hungrily unpry in the verdant valley of unsure thighs in surrender of spasmodic cries did we almost die were we lovemaking on that try? the pong of the ping and power growing was that volley singing the song of our flowing? do we come when we go into the core of our hearts do we reassemble our orgasmed parts? fragments of pain from childhood’s wake fierce fire melts them whole for love’s sake tears follow rivulets that laughter makes as our bodies paintbrush this unmarked space with tongues that taste the flavor of sweet embrace plunging us into amazing Grace ours is the blessing of passionate peace wild lovers churned by Indigo’s feet steel desire silk’s caress sweet we are the fire where life and death meet we are that place that lives in release that place called Eden where the sacred heart beats. Originally published in "Dance 0f Divine Lovers" Poems of Sacred Sensuality © 2014 Joseph A Adler