She handles with tenderness
Careful not to bump or disturb the curves
Soft fingertips massaging the fibers,
Heat vibrating like a low wave synth
A melody that clangs along the drum line,
Syncopated rhythms as she cradles it like a newborn.

This tension eases,
With a loss of gravity of all that weighed down,
Gone from shoulders as my eyes close for the first time
Tears well in the space of a heavy exhale,
A sigh that moved foundations and blew over the ramparts
Caught in a blanket of her warmth, like rays from the yellow sun
I am reborn, renewed in her steadfast care—
Devoured in the sweetness of her candy-coated kiss
Amiss amid love.