Consummation

When the time comes

The banquet will be ready

Feasting will begin

Fresh fruit of the vine

Cherries bursting with ripeness

The cup will runneth over

Needs will be fulfilled

Moonlight will rise over the meadow

Triggering hidden wisdom

Fruits of labor

Gladly consumed

At Rest

Elbows at rest on the bedspread

Sunlight plays across your hair

Tension has been consumed

Torment is no more

I taste your last sip of wine

It betrays your love of cherries

Wish we could have this moment forever

Time stops as sweat pools in the small of your back

When we come

Together there is nothing else

The world ceases

My world is you