Want to follow

by Robin Cravey

published in “The Enigmatist”

The soft sweet music of your

breathing

in the night

fills my ears

with peace,

and I turn in the bed

to face you,

because where my hearing goes,

my eyes want to follow.

The slow rhythmic fall and rise of your

cotton gown

in the filtered glow

fills my mind with memories

and I reach out

to touch you,

because where my eyes go,

my fingers want to follow.

The warm round fullness of your

breast

under my cupped caressing hand

fills my heart with love

and I wet my lips,

because where my fingers go

my lips want to follow.

Oh, my love, this timeless moment

between peace and passion,

holds us still.