Up through

our veins

and tender

places,


nurtured

by our

breathing

hearts,


we remember

paths

of feelings

long ago

traveled,


given

once

never

turned

back

upon.

the reaching

of hands

the giving

of light.


illuminating

dark shadows.


the coming

of age

and the

reclaiming

of all

that was

given

before.


the awakening

of desires

the mending

of touch.


naked bodies

celebrating

love,


the bending

and molding

of our

bodies

to one

another.


your hair

in my

hand,


the wet

taste

of your

deep

kisses

upon my

lips,


the moist

tender

skin of

your

your thighs

as your

passion.

rises to

meet me.


and all

that was

once


will be

again.


when all

that you

are is

mine.