My soul knows
the depth of your eyes
the way those
little black pinpricks
swell for me, and efface
like night’s dark covers
shroud an amber moon’s
luminescence
My breath knows
your fragrance
a whiff of the heavens
as your wild curls
tickle my face, its strands
playing me like a harp’s strings
My chest knows
the lightness
of your arm draped across
soft, yet keeps me close
firm, yet uses no force
and holds my dreams
Safe in its palms
