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.