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