A Mere Embrace

When I consider what to say to you alone,
No pause or reprise of rhetoric's tricks
Helps untouched heart or utter soul exist
Half as much as a mere embrace has done.

Each embrace endorses soul's serenity,
A gush of love beyond vocal posturings,
Past a Casanova's cribbed quotations,
Or earnest Adamic plea of surety.

A mere embrace alone is full of sugars,
Fatly replete, stuffed with life itself,
Holding the eternal circle of ourselves
Arm in arm beyond each pinch of harm.

When I consider what to say, and see your face,
I'm struck to silence...beyond a mere embrace.