O my Beloved, when to-day you said: <br />“All this must perish and we two will go <br />Soulless and senseless, to the dust below!” <br />I could but smile and fondle your dear head. <br />I could but catch your fingers as they fled <br />Over my throbbing breasts and whisper low, <br />“Whence came this breast to lure your fingers’ flow? <br />These burning pulses, leaping passion-fed?” <br /> <br />Dearest, you had no answer. But your blood <br />Drawing from mine the primal fires of God, <br />Leapt, laughed, and shouted, panting into mine— <br />“Love…love is all; and sweeps in mighty flood <br />Minds, souls and bodies, from the nameless sod <br />Exultant to the feet of the Divine.”<br /><br />Zora Bernice May Cross<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-sonnet-xxvi/
