Love Explicitly Sublime*

The wind instructs the trees to belly-dance
While swirling clouds admire the view
The flowers marinate the butterflies
With dust and dew
And two romancing swans
Appear to lose the sense of time
That's love: explicitly sublime

Your body touches mine
As passion lures us to embrace
And as we do, our souls
Transcend and dance without a care
Like waltzing pixies in the air
In harmony, like poetry:
They rhyme.
That's love: explicitly sublime

* Winner of the Meter Competition at  www.thepoetryforum.co.uk