Making Love Poem by janeth tumbaga

Here we lie

Analogous forms, a loosely shaped 's'

Your arms around me

My back on your chest -

Your whisper soft kisses

Caress my neck and disclose

Secrets, to the ears of the night

As we lie in repose.

Contented, surrealism surrounds

Our union, speak not a word

Silence speaks volumes

Responsively heard

In rapturous loving

In pure ecstasy -

Here in our world

There is just you and me

Soon, all too soon

Dawns' cool reflection

Means I must go

Back to life - and deception.