Slow Ecstasy

Sliding through the curves on each other’s backs
Our fingers chase the warm stories like tracks
Of autumn leaves leading down to the deep
Where letters like wine through our fingers creep
To enter the streams of murmuring blood
Wet sighs of voices and visions that flood
Every breath and beat of heart to cry
Through our skin a fire, gentle and sly
Slowly rising, acquiring warmth and heat
Spreading an ecstasy in zeal replete
And flushing our cheeks, pure tears in our eyes,
In this love, bound, this sweetest of all sighs.

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