In Timeless Voids by Malcolm Coleman
bodies touching, caressing
under a star-filled sky
only a blind moon
watches love act its part
the proximity of love
sets hearts beating
burning with passion
needing to be heard
revelation of self
pure whole expression
to a true love
undying devotion
the time for quiet
no sound filters
to the moon
or the stars
but emotions cry
scream out with pain
love is awake
and hears need
the air is strong
primeval warm sensuous
demands answers
which must be given
time is frozen
minutes of pureness
gifts of self
love fully consolidated
whispered emotions
expressed tenderly
gentle touches
waves of love
defer to silence
deep quiet reigns
stars alight
in hearts now
under a star-filled sky
only a blind moon
watches love act its part
the proximity of love
sets hearts beating
burning with passion
needing to be heard
revelation of self
pure whole expression
to a true love
undying devotion
the time for quiet
no sound filters
to the moon
or the stars
but emotions cry
scream out with pain
love is awake
and hears need
the air is strong
primeval warm sensuous
demands answers
which must be given
time is frozen
minutes of pureness
gifts of self
love fully consolidated
whispered emotions
expressed tenderly
gentle touches
waves of love
defer to silence
deep quiet reigns
stars alight
in hearts now
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This poem was written about the actual act of making love, and although it is fairly ambiguous, this seems obvious. It is really just a poem about a perfect time and the title just came to me as I wrote it. I write all poems by laying my heart on the page, and this is what I was imagining.
