Simply

to hell with the fanfare
the peacock's strut and
the siren's signal
that something exciting is
coming

I come with you
in simple embrace
legs and arms and
sweat and hair swirling
to paint a perfect picture
of love

there is no announcement
as profound as your
tongue uttering
you want me
no party I'd rather attend
than our private engagement

don't need to get liquored
I will drink of you instead
squeezing tightly
to ensure I get even
the last drop; sweet
savoring the moments
of simple passion