I would never let something take away the feel of your eyes in the evening
pressing our bodies against trees and you swallow my lips with yours
in the simple ways you brush against my skin
smiles and grips of my waist with your hands
she sweeps gently over the nascence of our infancy-love
between the chained vision of my eyelashes
you rest there with that look and with that privacy before longed for
the summer's sweat dries on us and I let your breath fly over me
and just for this once, and many more once's after this, I let your hands touch my face