My Love, The Seashore—At Night

Sentence me to thine trance

our worlds intertwine

weave by passion

embrace and clasp

Thine mind be mine mind

Thine thoughts me nourish

taketh root in mine consciousness

here transfereth thine form

on the shore of our worlds

Open and bare to all be I

In rapture we unite in love

for what can I giveth back

but the poetry of our encounter

Thine graceful beauty of this garden

be but one gift

splendorous crescent moon rise

amorous pounding surf

spellbinding sparkling worlds

But thy greatest gift be what is not seen

that fold which words expresseth not

thy ebb and flow

tides of lifeforce

quiver our touching bodies in ecstasy

that moment of climax when all is one

no surface divides us

thine soft waves of wine lap into mine veins

intoxicated with the knowledge of thine essence

John Lentini