Making Love in Terzanelle - poem

I really find the terzanelle a unique form to work within.  I have found, and particularly with this piece, that working within the form's confines really helped to tighten up the piece from it's original draft.  Thanks for reading.  Please comment and let me know what you think.

Making Love in Terzanelle

A small sip of light silhouettes their love

The sun rises, to mingle, amidst their motions

Framing the face of the one now above 

Glistening, as if covered in lotions

They mouth their 'O's in audible flow

The sun rises, to mingle, amidst their motions 

Waves of pleasure sound, then fading largo

An ebb now, in their intertwined undulation

They mouth their 'O's in audible flow 

With rose coloured faces, seen in adoration

They know wholly, every part, every moan

An ebb now, in their intertwined undulation

Lost and forgotten, in a world of their own

The sun sets upon the ocean, lingering for more

They know wholly, every part, every moan 

They rise and roll, tides crashing on the shore

A small sip of light silhouettes their love

The sun sets upon the ocean, lingering for more 

Framing the face of the one now above

Michael Calvert