We are sensual in nature
Divine in essence
And spiritual in aspiration.

We succumb
We surrender
We refuse to stay fallen.

We also have a mind
That reflects and contemplates
As deeply as it distorts.

How does one explain
The silence of the spirit
When chemistry commands?

How interesting it is
That love’s roots are bodies entwined
Yet it grows to branch out and be free.

That chemistry of a racing heart and a lingering gaze
Are the stirrings of a love that must silently begin
By going undercover so that it can eventually grow.

Love’s journey is to be long and arduous.
Even as it is rooted in silence and sensuality
It learns the art of selfless self-expression.

In a world designed for dependencies
Love’s spiritual force can only be realized
By discovering freedom within belonging.