Canova - Adonis & Venus
Ardor
I play the tunes
of love over your skin
and - suspended
in the ache for you -
I wait for your song
to break the silence.
When all my words
have been carved
on the white marble
of my delight,
the sacred gates
of our bodies
open wide.
Our one song springs
from this flood of passion,
rising from the depth
of our heavenly roots.
Our skies are tinged
in the radiant colors
of our secret ardor
and our song of love
echoes throughout
forever.
Love, Margherita
