All I need is his love to
know that we are meant
to be, that the poetry
and passion between
our flame will never
die out, to breathe in
every exhilarating night
lying beside him,
the stars flickering
above our dynasty,
the moon glowing bright
upon our wanting flesh,
the summer breeze
easing into our bedroom
through the windowpane,
as we kiss and drift away
into each other’s arms.