Cosmic Jubilee

In the dance of the dusk, where whispers trace air, Lies the sacred embrace, beyond mere flesh, bare. A meeting of souls in the silence of night, Where touch is a language, and feeling takes flight. Not tethered by chains, nor bound by decree, Love flows like a river, wild, fierce, and free. It asks not to cling, nor capture the breeze, But to bask in the warmth of a heart's gentle ease. To love is to witness, in profound repose, The blooming of petals in an endlessly open rose. Where each is a universe, expansive and whole, Merging yet free, in the vastness of soul. This journey from shadow to luminous light, From the grip of desire to the peaks of great height, Is the path of the brave, through the night to the dawn, Where love is a presence, forever redrawn.