The slightest touch of palm to small of back
And tracing spine like winding railroad track
Or supple breast carressed with subtle kiss
Can show your soul just what its body is.

Our arms and legs and lips entwine in time
Until you can't tell your heart's beat from mine.
Your back like bow for human violin
We play our music where I end and you begin.

Your shoulderblades and arms are warm terrain
I navigate around and back again.
My lips a ship that sails with breath as wind
A slow and steady voyage on your sea of skin.






Original work. (c. 2004)
Reminiscing. "One of those nights" . So, decided to post it.

WOW...

Those Memories...

How they linger...

Great job, very descriptive...(whew)