Silence

Yes, indeed silence is all.

The rules of the ritual prescribe silence,

A prelude

To the raptures of senses;

A finale of raging, roaring blood

And burning caresses.

Silent is the rhythm of groundswell

Rising and falling;

Silent the resonance of minds

Meeting and mating;

Silent the heart hushed in ecstasy 

Thrilled and throbbing.

Silent is the melody I make 

For you alone to hear;

Silent the love I bear

For you alone my dear.

Silent and sunless the world

I enter triggering

Lightening flashes silently.