because just uttering a syllable
could diminish their magic.
This is such a moment
as you lie on your stomach,
bare back saluting and hypnotizing
my fingers in circles,
dragging with tender motions to
some magnetic field of joy.
The candle flickers in the background
and your breath find its rhythm.
You are mine…right now
and I understand true beauty
as my fingertips search your skin,
folding over body heat,
exploring through scars, lines and curves
while leaving my prints to testify
that I was here.
Tears swell in my eyes
as I prop up on my hand to witness
you next to me napping
and light creating a masking silhouette
of a gentle soul.
I am seeing exquisiteness
through divinity in you.
Years from now when someone asks
for a beautiful memory I will return
to this place time and time again.
I will transport myself to the very second
when I couldn’t conjure up an adjective
to describe the scene without sounding corny.
Somehow this moment will be added to others
but for now I can cherish my touch upon your body
and the nurturing it returns with a sleepy sigh.