You...

If you could hear yourself as I hear you

You’d be listening to the colourful jewels, of your wit, your words…

their priceless ability to tease and entice my laughter

(a sound I was becoming unfamiliar with).

If you could see your eyes through mine

You’d see a blue alive with light.

If you could see your body as I do

You’d see yourself move with a gentle might.

You whirl and twirl me with ease

and a rhythm that pleasures me

as I answer to your soul’s movements.

My back pressed to your front..

Your warm hands pressed on my naked skin..

guiding me.. sliding over me..