Now

When ecstasy’s utmost thrill
is at the core of our existence
and you are above, or under me
with feelings, senses and experience
the moment feels as if it can be eternal,
stretching right through time
to when Adam first adored Eve like this
and when this perfect present experience
filled with rapture captures us together
then I know that it is love.

[Reference: Now by Robert Browning.]

poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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