To make love is the very idea of conception
The act.
The play.
The romance has borne anew
Born.
Touching on the impossible, two individuals whispering
to the ethereal realm
Asking upon those who wish to occupy the same space
At the same time
Together
With yearning and passion, minds embrace the soft voice
Calling out.
Traversing into the deep abyss with only hope
that light will guide the path
Not only unscathed, but embraced
Travelers who know nothing but
Their irrepressible curiosity
Instinct
Innate within and demanding to be felt
calls the voice of the child that once was.
Within two lives
Two heartbeats
Two strands of DNA
Entirely new life


*And the echo to come of creation