Thin tendrils uncurl from dark foliage,
threading themselves across garden walls.
How much each allows the other
to see or stay hidden defines
the intimacy of this moment
unfolding like Morning Glories into light.
My hand floats across your hip,
navigating your shape from the dark.
Our skin slides over skin
searching out the other like a moth
fluttering over a field, settling
on the lip of this fresh blossom.
My heart opens into you endlessly,
redefining all that I am with your kiss.
(August 2010)
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