Do you ask for this love?

Or is it present as the fingertips
are to a touch...a veil of pleasure
that parts to deeper mysteries
as they trace your every curve?

Do you pray for this love?

As the breath is a whispered prayer
of gratefulness...warm against a
lover’s ear.

Do you cry for this love?

Falling to every tear unanswered
in its plea...falling unknown to
every question -
Falling to simply fall.

This is our love.

Every question tells you why.