Unconventional Love Sonnet #3
Outside, the animals are pairing off
in the ardor of spring -- sparrows build
nests of small twigs and even the squirrels
give in to the brief passion of procreation.
Such an ancient ritual this mating dance,
a cellular fire propelling all creatures
toward polarity -- not simply to reproduce,
but to know the flame of pairing.
Yet, we seek no progeny, only the depth
of two bodies in communion, flesh
and blood and something unnamed.
All that remains is beyond our skin,
beyond our voices, a sacred mystery
binding two souls in union.