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Luke’s Journal July 2026  |  Vol.31  No.2  |  Sexuality

Sing of Songs

I walked down to your home one day

Resplendent in its glowing spring colours and knocked on the garden gate

And you welcomed me in, under the arch of jasmine and honeysuckle.

The fragrance and beauty overwhelmed, and your carefully tended orchids

Mesmerised me – their secrets, their promise and intrigue.

I turned and caught your glance. Soft exquisite eyes drew me on

And touched your skin, hand on mine, wrapped me in your soul

Folded around my spirit, I drew you to me and gasped

As I felt your sweet breath on my heart, as my heart drew in your breath.

You spoke silently, pulling me with you as we ran

To the giant oak, high swing swaying and laughing.

You dipped and swooped, gorgeous from afar –

I caught the scent of your closeness on return, intoxicated.

I carried you in our swirling waltz through the rose forest

Up this way down the next and through the rustling maze

And the glorious fountain in the heart of this riven dell

Our pounding anxious feet shake the giddy earth

Seismically,  we make for the surf, headlong we plunge

With crashing spray and drenched we cling

Melted and welded in an instant in embrace.

Weightless, timeless, inseparable, in sweet limbo

Caressing the graceful rain in the sound of many waters

We catch our breath, exhilarated:

I, your Adam; you, my Eve.

This sanctuary, free, secret, shared and holy

We revisit communion, memory and magic.

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