scribbling verses on her bare back,

my fingers rhyming,

each flourish a caress, etching words of hope,

across the canvas of warm skin.



Her breath

inflamed, seeking fingertips,

lips waltzing 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 …