My slight chill
Your warmth
My lithe fingers
Your palm
The top of your head
Your shoulders and ears
The curve of my jaw
My painted nails
Tracing lines down your forearms
My painted nails
Dug into your back
Your growled responses
Your imperfect grammar
My classroom dialect
Spoken soft into your shirt
Your stomach and navel
Your hips and thighs and knees
Your privates - and mine
Light came (comes) from us
Onto the bed, now
Bare-legged
Speaking little
My arched back a bowing swan
My palms gripping your tanned skin
Rise and fall
Shivering and savoring
Your heat and your flavor
Through the wringer
Heavy arms slung over my back
After Blind Nights in the Blue Ridges
Oh, I love you so.