We may not know yet
the contours of our hands
or the way our lips come together
to create a chapel of divinity,
but we know the textures
of our laughter, how our thoughts
harmonize, how it feels to breathe
each other's sensitivities.

You may not have felt them
with your eyes, but your heart
has caressed my scars and soothed
their tinted stains until the hurt
beneath their puckered skin dissolves
as two lovers confess freely, express
in a liquid aura of unconditional love
without pride or vanity.