CUSP

There is love
as foundation for the passion.
That much is certain
as I soar in the radiance of her smile.

There is trust
as extension of that love.
My soul is naked
yet I fear not this vulnerability.

There is hunger
as her vicarious touch
is carried through my own hands
and mine through hers.

There is respect
for divergent thought
and convergent desire
on the cusp of omneity.

There is thirst
for a taste of tomorrow.
The promise of delight
and the delight of promise.

There is hope
for the exquisite someday
when the fire in her eyes
overpowers the barriers in her mind.