Two innocents perched

on an old stone wall,

a scent of honeysuckle

cushions words barely

spoken during the night.

Delicate touches stir a new

planet of emotion witnessed

by a smiling face of the moon.

Sweet tension envelopes

a lingering embrace,

silent music blends

bone to bone, Kundalini

rivers merge and roll beneath

the Aurora Borealis, a purple

valentine in a starlit sky.