Silk on Sand

Each time I do this
is just like the first
rising, not falling
in love.

It used to concern me
how I saw my beloved
feeling, and reaching
for me.

No more do I worry
but, still I care
if he breathes
in synchronicity.

In silent communion
A fast and a prayer
Please love me truly
like I do you.

Your touch upon me
is like silk on sand
...  I purify - 
you soothe me.

Soothe me now love
While gently I scrub
away your resistance.

Softly cradled by you,
enfold me.