In Love Poem by Maria J. Andrade

You,
the pulsating blood,
the gasp in the breath,
the dizziness in the brain,
electrical dissonance
preceding explosions of ecstasy!

You,
the laughter born of the life in magic,
the vessel God poured on his best day,
the note soprano Seraphim have not reached,
the leap that dancers only dream,
when they have seen the
great bird of the north.

Time, like gossamer,
falls before our feet as we join,
and worlds buried for eons under water,
rise majestically to the surface!