We smile, touch each others hands
as the excitement of the other explodes
in our eyes ...

With rose petals on my pillow
he kissed my lips, and made me bloom ...

What the outer world brings
is no concern here
we retreat into our passion
and the world disappears ...

In her steamy neglected darkness
a passion buried deep within
to have what love she desired
as she walked lonely into her bedroom ...

That love that is God's gift
amidst the turmoil and chaos
to retreat into comfort
no machinery of war can give ...

She twirls her hair with one hand
as she motions for her love to appear
her loneliness so apparent ..
As he sits in the darkest room ...

And out of the chaos he emerges in strength
to take her in his scarred arms
and breathe passion into her lips
they take pleasure and give pleasure to one another
as God's gift comes to light
were it so everywhere ...

She stretches out her arms
take me just the way I am,
you're my type of man
I will love you like there is no tomorrow ...

But love spent,
he must part into the chaos
slumped shoulders of regret
that they are not with the Gods ...

Its nice to know our kiss can explode into a world of song..

Debbie Brooks and H. Bennett Hubbard 2014