Moment, Most Rare

We merge ... I, rooted in your core Grinding up as you press down, never deep enough Supine, you on knees above, I reach up Weaving my fingers through silken strands I guide your head gently down toward me, moondrops in your eyes Sweet tresses fall between us as our mouths melt together Tongues playing their own game, soft like bubblegum I swim up the river to your soul To that place indescribable, warm and dark We are so melded that I almost feel alone ... lonely But in the sense of being US, and one I could let go my spirit there ... Without fear or regret or contemplation I could stay forever on those shores, in joy Lost in our union and ethereal embrace But it is far, far too precious for those ends Exquisite and rare for the sake of how momentary And blessed for the sake of how perfect How tenderly and passionately ... perfect. ~ 1st Place ~ in the "Brian's Select 1, Any Form, Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor. ~ 1st Place ~ in the "Favorite Poem From Last Week" Poetry Contest, Lu Loo, Judge & Sponsor.