Night Whispers

by Joanna

Love is a many splendid thing
A terrible curse of beauty
Raw strength arises as we
Move through the labyrinths of
Heated passion and icy tongues
More and more we are exploring
The boundless and wind swept caverns
That make new visions of the truth
Find me in the darkness
Make me growl with pleasure and
Yelp in uncontrollable bursts
Until my hair is a bird's nest
My breath stolen from my chest