Scribbling Verses …

scribbling verses
on her bare back

my fingers
rhyming

each flourish a caress
etching odes to hope
across the canvas

of warm skin …

her breath
inflamed

seeking
fingertips
lips

sashaying in the evening breeze

dancing free
abandoning trepidation

what do i know
as
fingers flutter

over undulating peaks
valleys

softly
gently

as soul meets soul

she who is
half of my whole

she who remains

my perennial
meditation