There is nothing to uphold or hold back or fear
Something so easy as making love
So so good
Eyes your eyes swim in mine.
Hands on skin
Warm on warm on warm
And yes and yes yes.
This moment we are so much greater
This place arrived at together.
This Now
This brilliance
Wide awake
Our horizons break open
To glimpse something on the other side.
Don't write a song about it
There aren't enough words.
Words only complicate.
Trust
We will remember the way back
To each-other ourselves.
(c)Amanda Hart Cravotta 2008
published in Skipping Stones, Vol VI
Mindworm Press, Chesapeake, VA
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