Intoning the grim morning,
thunder rumbles in the distance.
I cozy to you this deceitful dawn,
filling our interim while lightening
slings its illumination across
these naked bodies as we embrace.
I melt into you, limb by limb,
fingers laced inside dark hair.
Chests close. Even passion’s glisten
cannot separate our heartbeats,
yet I know I must leave you here
to conquer what shrieks by day.
Both of us will struggle with worlds
where sunlight succumbs to shadow,
veiling the toll on our untainted love -
whispers stray and diminish intent,
clouding those transparencies we seek,
eroding the sweet bond of our mercies.
Hurry dusk. Know I long for you and
hearken for all provided then,
reaffirming there is that pristine chamber,
a circle to enclose ourselves, and weave
another conclusion, another recollection
of musings as the predawn bellows fire.