Sunday Morning Sex

As we celebrate the sacrament of human love,  
I guide you into my shadow sanctuary below  
my swollen belly that cradles aspirations for a future  
and whispers from my past.  
 
Your eyes rest on my nakedness and smile.  
Your hands gently caress my abdomen, and I  
feel as vulnerable as a newborn.
 
My heart knows the burden of past transgressions,  
but marvels at how joy finds its brightest hues  
over backdrops of pain.  
 
Together, let us welcome the interplay of shadows and light,  
embracing the gentle pressing in and pulling out of affection—
the giving and receiving of love.