Your lips last night convinced me
How real love can be
How desperately it is felt
How passionately it is fulfilled
When time creates tender touches,
It flows into the room,
Into tousling hair and kissing finger tips and
We make the quiet between our breath something sacred,
Something treasured
Irrational love knows that every second of waiting and longing
Was worth this small sliver of time,
This lack of sleep;
That it was worth
The intensity of the heartache of your leaving footsteps and
The lingering spell of bliss in my thoughts
So many perfect moments spent in your arms and this
Was a trophy on the shelf
A reminder of why I love having a body
Am thankful for sight, hearing, and touch
Why it’s near impossible to ever let go
Real cannot be feigned and
Feigning is never reward enough
For I’ve found millions of seconds could pass and
Your kiss always tastes better than ecstasy,
Your touch more relieving than massage,
And your presence as raw as
Two hearts exposed in the privacy of each other’s bare embrace