From the Subtle Nuance

From the subtle nuance of a glare,
To the powder keg of touch,
Love’s embrace to whom we share,
Grants a power all too much,
The soft touch of the moonlight,
To the ferocious heat of the sun,
Romantic antics of the night,
Sweet yearnings before the day is done,
By the water or a fire,
Anywhere one can take their loving breath,
Hearts pounding with desire,
There is either love or there is death,
The touch of music on the air,
More beautiful with each day’s embrace,
Like a veil of deceit lies there,
In thine lover’s sight disgrace,
With the slow stutter of the heart,
The pace of the step grows weak,
The most mundane things bring great art,
The feeling of soaring above the highest peak,
Until one day that flame doth stimulate,
The yearnings of not the heart but the touch,
To delve beneath the clothing to find in wait,
That raw, undulating rigged clutch,
To steer the ship through the jagged canal,
Littered with piercing, sharp, angry boulders,
Protruding like thine lover’s lustful pal,
The act of which is about to undertake much older,
Then the love in which thine lover’s share,
To take on a primal instinct such as this,
Danger lurks within their concupiscent prayer,
If a wrong turn they take, all but a turn from bliss,
But let’s see that all goes well,
Their morning comes and they lie together,
The distant ringing of the bell,
A bell to instigate their forever joining tether,
Designed as two solemn rings of gold,
The feathers of the dove float softly to the ground,
Their future still yet untold,
As untold as where the feathers path is bound,
Dark and mysterious is thine lover’s trek,
Where their path of generic lover’s meets,
Perhaps their hands around each other’s neck,
But for sure, their path leads under their sheets,
The years will pass and their numbers will grow,
As there yearning for each decreases,
The love their share begins to glow,
As its older form ceases,
Counting the days they share together,
Each and everyone,
A gift as soft as a dove’s feather,
Each day a day they’ve won,
With each beating of thine lover’s heart,
Another love blossoms,
Carry the flame of love to each new start,
O’ the act of love is awesome.