I am a cloud of white; buoyant.
Your hands ground me
Your hands around me
Reassuring squeeze on my hips
Fingers fly and chasing lips
Paint moving images of bliss.
The weight on my hand binds us
And now the rush of skin on skin
Heat thaws winter
The small of my back
Traced up and into my hair
SharingBeingBreathing
becomingone
These bodies are poor shells
For such great joy
joined souls.
Cloud of satin rains
To the Egyptian cotton ground
And you
pressed black and white
to vibrant warm honey
rich, encompassing
I am lost yet
found in your endless eyes
bound yet free in your able arms
drowning yet breathing new oxygen in your kiss
I inhale with a gasp as you reach for me and I
Straining for more of you, releasing all that
I used to guard so carefully.
You are the wave and I am the shore
We meet together forevermore.
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