Rapture of Euphoria

One can easily envisage a love that is flawless.
A sovereignty of inhibitions, a union impassible, infallible.
Phenomenal perfection from every perspective.

In almost every heart the acceptance and anticipation of
disappointment and betrayal have become a comforting familiarity.
Contemporary love is almost classified as being laden with heartache,
burdened by suspicion and insecurity.
Soaked bone deep with preconceived notions and
expectations of performances and milestones.

We silently criticize and emasculate our so called "lovers".
Miscarry our own intentions of virtue.
We are almost predisposed to failure and torture
at the hands of our own desire.

But with you my love...

I exhale, respire and I feel your warmth within.
Floating on the moonlight
Bathed in the glow of adoration, unadulterated fixation.

I am aware of my entirety.
Not only do I sense every single fiber of my being,
But I am enthralled by it. Sensual, concupiscent.

There is no admonishing, only inclusive consent.
Not from one another, but from within ourselves.
The blessing of permissive intuition.

Atonement, sustainable gratification.
With every breath drawn in…
impenetrable, inscrutable, unfathomable

Every question answered, every discovery made
Every unknown expelled along with the rush
It poured out of me like a river of fire.
From the valley between me flooded euphoria.

Moments to hours and heart beats to symphony.
It was alive, lucidity.
To experience what the majority can barely dream,
Together, repeatedly, and know…
If there were ever two hearts designed to beat together
they belong to us, and beat together now.
To attain this love is unheard of,
To realize that you have attained it


Rapture of euphoria . . . .