those light yellow hairs fall around
your face and tickle your eyebrows as
you say to me that you've never felt
so reborn, you tell me you love me

your hands grab tight of those holds
in the rock climbing gym as i sway
back and forth recognizing each movement
i feel those calluses form around the other
sides of your fingers and realize that they
act as grip against the next possible fall

i lay a doily down on the dinner table,
open my mouth to that sweltering ravioli
each time i put my hand on that fork
you look up at me and meet my eyes and
we look so intently at one another that
it almost feels like a surreal trance

thirty something year old hands grab mine
and we are completely enveloped inside of
each others mind, body, and soul

this is the emerging pleasure that tingles
and caresses wounds
and burns endlessly until ashes
meet ashes and dust meets dust

this is what makes us fly higher

11/16/2011

Author's Note: This love that engulfs me...

Posted on 11/16/2011
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