loves duality

silence
deafening in it's death of voice
staring
she stares at me then at the stairs

and we make our way
weighing the choices

we pare away our clothes
and we pair tenderly for the first time

right
the rites of loves ritual
sent
heavenwards fuelled by her scent

and we lite from loves travels
with lightened burden and travaille

and awed by the sight of her
move to recite our ritual prayer