And, so
we joust

in jest

our eye beams each
galloping towards the other

the thunderous hooves of thoughts

the crash & splinter
of the glance

these happy lances
advancing to their ends

and we unseated
so from our selves

fall to the softness
of this happy bed

exchanging knowledge
of our bodies

as Cupid smirking
bids us

accept this
dear defeat

this victory
that Love has won.

We happy to be
vanquished thus.

We wearing
Love's joyful colours.