Love Sonnet XXVI

by Zora Bernice May Cross

Zora Cross

O my Beloved, when to-day you said:
"All this must perish and we two will go
Soulless and senseless, to the dust below!"
I could but smile and fondle your dear head.
I could but catch your fingers as they fled
Over my throbbing breasts and whisper low,
"Whence came this breast to lure your fingers’ flow?
These burning pulses, leaping passion-fed?"

Dearest, you had no answer. But your blood
Drawing from mine the primal fires of God,
Leapt, laughed, and shouted, panting into mine—
"Love…love is all; and sweeps in mighty flood
Minds, souls and bodies, from the nameless sod
Exultant to the feet of the Divine."





Last updated September 07, 2017