Corona

Corona

A Poem by Michael R. Burch

Corona
by Michael R. Burch


There was a moment
without the sound of trumpets or a shining light,
but with only silence and darkness and a cool mist
felt more than seen.
I was eighteen,
my heart pounding wildly within me like a fist.
Expectation hung like a cry in the night,
and your eyes shone like the corona of a comet.

There was an instant . . .
without words, but with a deeper communion,
as clothing first, then inhibitions fell;
liquidly our lips met
feverish, wet
forgotten, the tales of heaven and hell,
in the immediacy of our fumbling union . . .
when the rest of the world became distant.

Then the only light was the moon on the rise,
and the only sound, the communion of sighs.

With all the understandable gloom, doom and despair over the coronavirus, I was reminded of this early poem of mine that used the term "corona" in a much more positive light. I wrote this poem around age 18 and it has been published by Grassroots Poetry and Poetry Webring. Keywords/Tags: Corona, coronavirus, touch, union, closeness, communion, sighs, expectation, unity, trumpets, heart, pounding, sex, arousal, union, ecstasy, consummation, consecration, omen, comet, shooting star, talisman, moonrise, moon rising

© 2020 Michael R. Burch


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Added on March 26, 2020
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Tags: Corona, coronavirus, touch, union, closeness, communion, sighs, expectation, unity, trumpets, heart, pounding, sex, arousal, ecstasy, consummation, consecration, omen, comet, talisman