affection

Now that the box's lid has at last been lifted,

and a billion brilliant rockets spilled their dust

in clusters amid the stars, I rest in a haven,

thankfully savouring the tranquil repletion of release.

I'm pleased there's no need to raise my defences

against the threat of trespass upon inner sanctums;

blank cheques for my trust are signed and delivered;

your river may flow my channels - explore me at will.

I'm filled with a sense of peace and giving,

living by new rules, where rapacity's misplaced -

a case of daring to seek to blend fine

wines of utterly different taste and vintage.

Henceforth I shall exult within her sight,

in knowing how my love for her feels right.