Softly, so softly
We lie together
The blankets fold,
Forming crevices, ridges
A geomorphic human landscape.
Tumble down from the hills and peaks
Of our supine forms
One by one
Rolling from your tongue
Over my breasts
Across my hips
In the downy, quilted flatlands
That warm our skin
Slowly, so slowly
Your fingers follow the pathways of your words
Up the foothills of my breasts
Crossing my hips
Pausing in the same down-feathered lands,
Quietly, so quietly
Your lips follow the trail that
Your fingers and your words
So gently broke.
Teasing and sweeping the same path
Stopping briefly to map the softness that lies above my shoulders
Then your lips trace a line to my breasts
And the quietness of our landscape departs
As I take you
And you take me.
I walk through the river of human flesh
That streams inexorably past me
Eddies of words surround me
Droplets of laughter splash across my face.
I breathe carefully, holding my head above the current.
Rushing, rushing –
Suddenly I feel your breath, your tongue
Taste your lips
See your hands
My vision blurs and darkens
My legs shake and my body trembles
And I am drowning
Lost in the memory of the intensity of our coupling
I grasp for something to hold
So I am not swept away
While I sweetly drown.
My fingers drag across the rough edge of a brick wall
The sharp contrast with my over-taken senses
Brings me back
And I can breathe again.