Eternal Existence Poem by Linda Marie Van Tassell

Lovers do not finally meet somewhere.
They exist in each other all along.
The mirror and the face, the sky and air -
the words are elusive without the song.

We cry out with loving, the sunset spills,
and the sea of our love is without shore.
Tongues tantalize and tease a hundred thrills.
The fingers trace, leave us begging for more.

The purity of heart remains untouched.
The love is sweet, and the essence is pure.
Bodies writhe in ecstasy, sheets are clutched,
the face is blushing with a smile demure.

We listen to music of deep desire.
It emanates from the blood in our veins.
Paradise burns; our bodies are on fire,
quenched by the fall of spirituous rains.

Like a moth bewildered by candle light,
I am enticed to reach out to your flame.
Lost in your gaze and the wonder of sight,
I am fruit to be eaten without shame.