The union of love is complete . . .
The moment of passion is gone . . .
She lies in my arms
Her fingers move across my skin.
It is then
That a greater love
Mingle and move together
Like the mists in the trees by the river.
. . . Silently . . .
The fusion of spirits takes place
In a world without words . . .
The gentle whispers
The brushing of tender lips,
Blending our souls into one.
Are you the door?