Close

Open fingers graze the landscape of velvet
between your shoulder blades,
down the slope of your spine.
Such soft silk I have never touched.

I love the depth of each shadow on your form
and each thought and whisper held inside.

Lips parted,
a door you've opened to me,
your breath slides out, warm.
Lips parted,
I catch the next:
blissful connection,
warm.
I cannot fathom a close space without the faint beating of your heart
filling it.

My eyes were born the day they saw you.