When we lie
entwined
there is no end;
no beginning.
Skin on skin
one flows
into
the other.
I touch you;
sleeping eyes
flicker.
Do you dream
of me?
Does my finger
trace the hollow
of your spine?
Like this.
Are my lips
kissing
your shoulders?
Like this.
Bones jutting
under softest skin.
Outer layer
of inner you.
Your breath
wanders over
me,
whispering love
in my hair.
You stir
in your sleep.
You caress
my fingers
as they slide
over you.
You trace
the hollow
between
my breasts.
Like this.
A hand
guiding
over my hips.
Like this.
The outer you;
the inner me.
At one.
Endings are
beginnings.
Back arching
hollows
of desire.
Yes.
This is how
we love.
Like this?
Yes, yes
like this.
Always;
like this.
