This poem was written in the first flush of falling in love with the man who later became my husband. My earlier experiences of relationships had left me sad and cynical, yet this time, this experience woke a deep wellspring of joy.
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.
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Very nice. It mirrors feelings I have for the one I love. how I love the (his) texture and contours! Great poem.
tim
bad. really bad.
Dee
very sensual like its author :)
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