Loving Cup

                                                    Loving Cup

                                                      12/09/10


                                      
           Languid, with almost a liquid slowness

                             Their bodies regretfully untangle

As the rain and sleet pelt the window pane

                 They hide from the growing storm


The fire burns low, reduced to a deep red glow

                  Like their fulfilled passion and desires


Earlier their lust for each other, flared and flamed

                  As the fire burned bright and hot in the hearth


The surrender to each other was total and complete

                  Unconditional as well as blissful, loving and kind


Their bodies moved in the rhythm of love, unrehearsed

                   Following the simple dance of acres wild


A dance as pure as the love they hold in the silver chalice

                               Of their bodies ...


   A loving cup...that they both drink from.