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