But A Whisper

There is not a moment without you,
there is no absence. I keep you with me,
I keep you with me. Your breath
is in my own very breath, your subtle body
courses through mine. I will ever tremble for love of you,

I am not ashamed to admit it.
Even standing hand in hand before the Altar
of This Love, as witness with you
to This Love which is ours –
I will have perhaps mastered this awe
in body, but my heart
will always fall prostrate to it.
Though it rocks me to the very foundations
this is not to be shouted from the rooftops,
it is told in but a whisper.