Let us make love
Frolic bare
and shamelessly,
beneath a star-studded, blue-black, velvet night.
Bodies and limbs contorting under the direction of ancient constellations above us,
Kama Sutra instructors for a spiritual courting
Wild locks laced, into rich
green grass; dew-ridden
with afternoons showers
Limbs buried into moist earth
a sturdy floor
against a crashing of galaxies
deeper with every passing revolution.
Unable to hear anything past the blood humming in our veins
Long
Liquid kisses
We sing hymns against
Already, rhythm-laden necks
A crescendo in unison
Dazed and mellowed
Within the cradle of natures embrace
It would be no surprise
if we saw God
In each others eyes, tonight
