Here you will find the Poem Love Sonnet XXVI of poet Zora Bernice May Cross
O my Beloved, when to-day you said: ?All this must perish and we two will go Soulless and senseless, to the dust below!? I could but smile and fondle your dear head. I could but catch your fingers as they fled Over my throbbing breasts and whisper low, ?Whence came this breast to lure your fingers? flow? These burning pulses, leaping passion-fed?? Dearest, you had no answer. But your blood Drawing from mine the primal fires of God, Leapt, laughed, and shouted, panting into mine? ?Love?love is all; and sweeps in mighty flood Minds, souls and bodies, from the nameless sod Exultant to the feet of the Divine.?
