If ever love has sought a meaning,the simple case for love is this:your brown eyes in the half-light grinningas, stirred from sleep, we bend to kiss.Drowsily we drift together and, seeking sense in love’s commands,write our truths upon each otherin wordless poems, with our hands.Slowly…. slowly…. time and distancefade and languid limbs commencesummoning with sweet insistence needs that have no future tense.Each tendered t...