R writes: <br /> <br />The morning sun arises <br />bringing light into my soul <br />chasing shadows from the room <br />where my thighs are clasped around you <br />as the vine will clasp the branch, <br />for strength, and for the climbing, <br />the striving and the reaching <br />for that final burst of light. <br /> <br />M answers: <br /> <br />I am quite still just for a brief, <br />delicious moment. Like a thief <br />I borrow time as to prolong <br />the promise of a play, <br />a sonnet from Shakespearean days, <br />where words can climb <br />only to tumble from the mount, <br />and catch a limb to break the fall <br />and wait for soft, chantilly hands <br />to bathe them in the nectar's creek <br />where syllables are sent to sing <br />and punctuation must be wrong. <br />A golden ray reflects the love <br />and like a phoenix rises high <br />until it reaches us to bring <br />that final burst, a world of light <br />a million glow worms have arrived <br />amphibious stars that ride the crest <br />as hands are clasped and limbs hold tight. <br />One finds strong vines where sunrays surge <br />and kindred rivers flow to merge.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/awakening-an-exchange/
