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.