The Nature Of Love

Nature does it better

Tide's ebb, effortless rhythm

Frothing on pebbles sucked clean.

Then there's the muddled heap of us,

Arms, legs strewn, disfigured,

And kisses to stop the questions,

We dare to call it love.

Leaves quiver, untouched,

Yet bidden by a single silent breath,

While we lie pinned underneath

Roughly reaching under clothes,

For feelings, something outside me,

Inside you,

Trying to capture the other

Or help them escape,

And we dare to call it love.

Moonlight and stars flickering,

Teasing, half way to heaven,

Still I marvel that you came,

Wanted to be with me,

We dare to call it love,

And it is.