The Wandering Love Cycle

The moon glistens on a silhouette
and tears well up in my eyes

There is so much to taste here
to touch to hold

to devour

Night upon star-filled night

To love too much?
Or to feel too little?

To understand the consequences
of each subtle glance
of each gentle fragrance
of each tender embrace

My heart is so full
it cannot contain another breath
My burden so light
that it gives me wings
and I fly

To contemplate the nuances
of each subtle glance
of each gentle fragrance
of each tender embrace

The dewdrops that glisten
The leaves and the tears

The rhythms that pulsate
in my weeping brow

Do you think I love too much?
Do you feel so little?

Beauty fills the air
like a fragrance
that intoxicates

I find myself
in the mirror of your loveliness

Speak to me
Kiss my wounds
and you will own my love
forever