Love is a Verb

by Janis krumins

It is time,
my Beautiful Queen
to put down our silver pens,
to close all the books
and bring crimson blushes
upon the faces of
Virgil, Hafez
and even on
Immortal Aphrodite
by becoming
~One~
in the most shameless
tangled twirl of
unconfined seduction

let us articulate
in seamless motions,
to the impulse of this
unbearable lust,
leaving imprints
of deep pounding
upon our sweat-bathed
silky landscapes...

oh, falling,
lips to lips

through the thick hazel mist of
burning body-incenses,
into the inviting
branches of your paradise

spellbound and
hard,
you summon me
to enter the most sacred
Temple of All Creations

taking deep breaths,

feeding every craving muscles
with a hypnotic weaves of oxygen rush...

pause, move, melt, squeeze

to feel the millions of resonating nerve-endings
exploding in ecstasy...

oh these Imperial Touches

dancing on a sumptuous bed
wrapped within the most
erotic meltdown
until
the vertigo of diabolic eruption
arrives...

making dawn
to be my witness
that
my love is a verb
and strong as death