Much ado about this and that

I have seen them perch
         on the very top of the tree
before launching themselves
         into a long slow flight of descent
wings spread wide but barely moving
         just enough to sustain their weight
and then turn in an arc and effortlessly
         find their way back to the treetop
where they pause before leaping
         once again into the accommodating air

The repetition of exhilaration
         all the fun of the fair
the helter-skelter of emotions
         the shudder of ecstasy
that wells up from the very core
         that erases all thought
that releases all anxiety
         the intensity of the moment
lost in the moment
         the senses all on the alert
to touch to taste to soft sounds
         to the light in her eyes
as the pleasures discharge
         and the muscles writhe
and her flesh can barely
         be contained within the confines
of my greedy embrace

John Lyons