The Consummation Poem by DAVID TERRY

In an hour of the low summer evening
She walks in our room, her body in the lamplight
And turns for me to undo her clothes then slip them to the floor
“Yes, ” she tells me as she lays back on our bed
Yes, I think, when I know how much I want to hold her tonight
Every minute, every hour, every possible way
So close that not even breath comes between us
Yearning, learning, turning to be at
One with her, beside her, inside her
Until the morning light falls across her hair and I
Look to see the sleep of love leave her eyes
Opening wide to receive the blessing of a new day in love
Opening wide her heart, to receive my own in love
Knowing how she lives there and fills every room
Withdrawing from her, entering again, her back arched into me
Our bodies entwined, our first time alone
No longer to wonder of how it would feel to make love to her
Daylight fades from the sky giving way to
Evening shades and night time sounds
Really, do you know how you move me
Feel for you, desire for you, want to please you
Until your nerves are afire, you skin softly taught?
Love coming from our hearts, from below
Together at last, together as one if
Only for a short while, if only for start of many tomorrows
Now, afterwards, after the pounding, breathing, racing
I hold her close to me and we talk
Giving, receiving, taking, giving again
How much she moves my heart and makes me yearn for her
Till I could not bear to withhold love any longer and she bids me love her again