I was in a sonneting mood...

... and so I wrote this one.  It's not too bad.

" It's More Than Just That "

The moments of completion are but sec-
onds out of time -- a shared event, the same
in basic action ev'ry time, each beck-
oning a reckoning with hungry flame
that shall consume our own mortality.
'Tis there we sense eternity inside
necessities of physiology --
connected to our forebears through the pride
of our accomplishment, the elements
of which are beautiful and vulgar, stirred
within her by the vigor of ascents
to proclamation as our lives our blurred
together, linked forever by my flood
of liquid love whose might entwines our blood.