Slow Ecstasy

Slowly moving,
Coursing the curves of each other’s backs
Our cold fingers read the warm stories rising from the depths,
Letters like wine through our fingers rushing
To enter the stream of our blood,
Wet sighs of voices and images and dreams
Reach way down, way deep
To the heart of our heart and fill us
With the silent ecstasy
That binds us in knowing
And flushes our cheeks red.

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