The flavour of this love engages the intellect
in artful ways; scents are a savoury incense
invading tactile domains - sensory opulence
pervades each sigh - a murmured inference
graces lubricious meanings in-depth, infinite
caress wrests the warp and weft of beauty’s
veracity, breath ablaze, intensity staggering;
can you survive making love this way
In a sense each instance is dictionary death
to the meanings penned by veritable sages
swaying in the breeze of enigmatic insights;
& yet in reason’s light there’s a foreseeable
prophecy brightened into being within each
instant of rebirth of the zen in your psyche
© 17 January 2015, I. D. Carswell
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