Picture of You

I've traced the contours of your body
With the searching fingers of my mind
the depth I've yet to unfold
the taste I long to savor
I dream of you as morning tea
burning my tongue with sweetness
silken softness our kisses bloom
tenderness, innocence, childlike desire
My ear pressed to the palm of your chest
dissolving into the harbour of your arms
encircle, enfold, cradle, mould
like a sculpture so fine, a delicate flow
I feel the honesty of your smile
Your hands like your eyes
curious but knowing
I know, I'm a dreamer, but my heart is still growing

clroy 1999