The ultimate death
upon the night is of love’s intimacy,
tragic loss of tenderness
of passion’s early light of dawn’s brilliance,
to kiss of the embrace,
to entwine upon the masterpiece of desire.
To touch, to see
the love of your shooting dreams,
in the stars
of your lover’s eyes so celestial.
We gather in the vibrance,
to entwine in the moonlight of dreams,
as our genuine kiss
mingles with the romantic hands of time,
as we cradle our love like a new born sun.
Timothy Michael DiVito c2021