In That Moment
firm and guiding, across my shoulders,
the tease of light fingertips trace my sunlight,
eyes closed, I can feel you nearby finally,
when suddenly again, my own hands …
In those times I can lose myself
inside the beauty of your touch, your simple sensuality,
when in a moment, I am immediate,
not to delight in knowing you can bring me home.
when nearby, I will recall that quiet afternoon,
when together we did find our center,
after hours and tribulations,
after wondering if we could, if we need,
or do we want,
we did then,
and knew even more than every time before,
how much we really did want.
I close my eyes, and I can feel your touch,
my eyes are open knowing you are the moment,
when my hands recreate your magic.