Quiet Love
In the quietness
where succour
is gently expressed
and received
My fingers trace
patterns on your frame
exploring those hidden places
with a touch
no longer yours or mine
But open for our pleasure
Safe
Seen
Felt
Desired
Cherished
I invite you
to come as you will
And always
to come as you are
What stayed with me is the quietness before the touch itself. As if intimacy here is not possession, but the moment two presences stop defending their borders for a while.
As I will
As I am
I come
With love
For you