what comes to mind on a quiet night
with lights out and music playing in the background?
only your hands-
no, every part of you-
the way the moonlight hits your eyes
the way the corners of your mouth dance when you smile-
the way your right leg bows just a little
the way your skin feels underneath my fingers
the way the little hairs gather at the base of your spine
every single part of you
is up for grabs
and i reach
wanting only to be one with you.
I love the specifics in this poem, the bow in the left leg, the hair at the base of the spine! So lovely and particular to a person.