Music of Hearts

Lips painted with seductive crimson
Kiss fire across the face.
The flame of an autumn twilight—
We gaze through the window.


What rapture it is, though,
To listen to the music of hearts,
To open ourselves to that music,
To conduct it all in a moment!


Shed your garments.
The shy blush of your smile,
The perfume of the body laid bare........
Such exquisite torment......
A dance of passion ignited in the soul.


The river of love in its rushing tide
Carries us into the knowing of worlds.
We lose ourselves in choreographed sighs
At the sacred meeting of flesh.