He undresses me
As if Time were a stranger;
His honeylike fingers against
My impatient body.
Starts with buttons,
Slow— one by one by one
Until the cashmere barrier
falls apart and I too, am undone.
He makes denim feel soft;
Lavender lotion gliding down
The cool skin of my legs.
I burn. I freeze.
Lovely lacy left
Forgotten on the floor;
The last of my walls
Crumbled to the ground.
I am exposed
And when he is too,
We make Love as if
Hate was no more than a myth.
Wrinkled sheets caught in a kink
Between our glittering legs,
It's impossible to know where
My body ends and his begins.
Gifting me an eternity in
A moment's brief,
I pray the sun will not
Rise on tomorrow
For I do not want to get dressed.
