So, lie with me, sweet lover,
again under the present sense of love.
Wrap your soul around me
like a creeping vine
climbing for
life.

Smooth me over as one
would when laying cement;
solidify me in you before
I'm drained, washed
by the rains
to the
sea.

Encompass me with your
presence like light departed.
Hold on to me tight,
lest I wholly
abdicate
as yours.

We connect, chest to chest,
legs intertwined like the same
life seeking vines,
but, alas, when
all is through,
I lie still,
bereft.

When the last gasps escape
our lips, when our pounding hearts
repose, when you hold me
and impart how much
you love me, until
I drift into my
dreams,
I feel nothing.