morning was a prelude

morning was but a prelude
to the fantasy
of the day's unfolding reality

our kisses embraced the dawn
kissing in each of us

we whirled beyond time
to a song, in a waltz,
with a kiss sublime

passion grew
(as we knew it would)
from delicate touch
tingling us
from lips to toes
to an exploration
of each of us
intimating an intimacy
that only grows
us deeper together
in a fusing that begins
to open the buds we are