Moments of You
Soiled by crimes of other lovers I don’t believe
in love anymore - but, when I’m with you
I lose myself to long sips from your eyes,
hazel moons, that feast on me intently
nourish in gentle fingers that push the hair
away from my face, strokes the small of my back;
fondles my breasts;
With you I transform in the look on your face
as you memorize the shape of my hips with your hands
while you absorb me in my desire for you
thrive in your unwavering tongue as it chases sweat
as it runs down my chest when we make love.
When I’m with you I think I may be beautiful;
believe that love might be more than just another pretty lie.
Unsaid declarations drape us illicitly; vows, unrealized,
are never desecrated; undeclared promises are never broken
My love for you, shrouded in silence, tucks you behind my ribs
under this shackled heart, to beat illegitimately within me;
hides us from truth’s intrusion; we are safe, for now,
in love’s catacomb.
In between occasions of you I live dangerously
in my reminders of us; brace myself
for that very moment your illusion shatters - I’m exposed;
Until then I wait—-in quiet preparation—-for another moment of you.
(2002)
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