An infant sighs against
a mother's breast, as soft
as evening
falls against a sky,
gentle, as your touch
on nights like this;
our bodies fit, our minds
connect, our souls belong.
How do I explain the things
I see in you, the warm
strong rhythm in the
language of your eyes?
How do I describe
the passion of these words
unsaid, held and given
in a breath against my
skin? They transcend
the spoken voice and I
would listen to this moment
in a room of white and
endless time in its simplicity.
Close your eyes
and lay with me, and I will
dream with you. The petals
close, the petals open
to a world inside a world
to the dream within a dream
until the morning light,
our souls belong.


20 feb 03
M Madison

photo by casey