How do you make love?
It cannot be fabricated,
Desecrated
or violated,
But is to be vindicated.
Maybe perhaps,
We should have waited.

So how do you make love --
From the back
a view of what is now behind you,
Love made,
But with cheap materials
Nothing that can last,
Regret from the past.

--
On the top of what seems to be
A sweet serenade
On a Greek palisade,
The sunlight feeding the love you had made,
To only be shrouded by the moons grey shade.

Making love,
An experience
To be experienced
Through the love of another.
To create the blessing of physical love,
Found new in the rhythms created by the beat of baby,
Unmatchable love made by unconditional lovers.