The Moment of Our Coming

Deep inside of us a wholesome thread  
began to pull our hearts.  
Could we see from a light within  
spread across our dark?  

Shared thrusts are not for taking  
but in sending pleasures forth.  
Our love was born in righteousness    
with bearings stayed true north.

Celebrate now my rising sun  
pressing into your morning dew.  
Most live quiet lives and never know  
a love this close to true.

Our darkened room is not quiet,  
it whispers and it stirs.  
Two bodies mesh and from them rise  
the lustful smells of myrrh.

There is no glimpse of hesitation  
inside your longing eyes.  
And, at the moment of our coming  
love’s gifts are realized.