I remember the sensation of your
Pulse through where your skin
Was at its thinnest.

Proof of life. Of soul. Of heart.
Human inviting another
Inside itself.

It's summer night. I dream my
Sheets are cobwebs.
Your skin reflects the moonlight

From a thin film of sweat.
You smell alive and sleep.
And satisfaction.

I loved you, right then.
We were barely
Teenagers thinking this

Was what it was all about;
Making love and watching
Each other sleep.

This is how we learn loving.
How to walk, to fall and arise.
It's how Wind learned to travel.

How Water learned to flow.
How Sun began to rise. How  
Snake slithers. Why Crow cries.