MARCH, 1993

Mars' month is here.
Yet we shall make love, not war.
Our field of sweetest combat
Shall be bed
Where we shall both be victors
In that wonderfull
Wrestling,
Our bodies intertwined -
Our mouths locked together.
I hold you against me
And bid you love me
As no other,
And I, loving you as no other
Give myself to you again,
As ever.
Casting my armor and shield aside,
I reveal myself to you ... naked to you ...
Take me, draw me in, love me
Again and again.
I surrender to you.

And January's promise
Lingers on.