Patterns
Lips brush, then follow the contours
of the much loved face.
Differences of texture are savored,
the rough and smooth.
The planes of cheekbones, jaw and forehead,
This wonderful symmetry:
The song of Flesh made joy.
The beauty of form is discovered,
Arms, hands are objects of desire.
Fingers trace patterns on skin-
Mystical runes of bone and sinew;
And time is held back,
As lovers explore the universe of being
One with another.
I love you
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Sam
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