love Sonnet – 5/2/08

back arched in moon’s subtle light she sighs

a quiet appraisal of the Situation; She

breathes softly on my shoulder her Wise

knowing way lungfelt and Free –

We lay together for hours, salt on our tongues,

the Violent rapture of a given Nature –

we stand leeward to the wind Unsung

and weary with our Union here matured –

I kiss her neck she twists in a cat’s curl yawning

Sleepy with the morning dew –

Hers is a mystery, Spirit dawning

heartfelt, sudden, True –

what aching joy enlivens here our arms

to fall into the mystery of your charms?