Making Sense

By fridaymark

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Added: 08 Sep 2008 Views: 2244 Avg Score: 5

Does love have a meaning?

If ever love has sought a meaning,
the simple case for love is this:
your brown eyes in the half-light grinning
as, stirred from sleep, we bend to kiss.

Drowsily we drift together
and, seeking sense in love’s commands,
write our truths upon each other
in wordless poems, with our hands.

Slowly…. slowly…. time and distance
fade and languid limbs commence
summoning with sweet insistence
needs that have no future tense.

Each tendered touch of grazing fingers
draws from your lips complicit sighs
that guide my hand that flows, then lingers
so lovingly between your thighs.

Faster now…. dismissing reason,
our bodies merge to one intent:
if love’s owed sense, this act is treason,
each end exquisite punishment.

Salved, we sleep and, at our waking,
in each other’s eyes know this:
if love has sense, it’s in its making
or, better yet, has none, but is.