a blank sheet
filled with your body
of soft curves
and small dark curls
and long hair covering
the places where my mouth should go
where I fit
in-between the places where
your legs meet
where your limbs bend
where landscapes of skin
bear resemblance of places I have never been
a new home
made out of water and peat moss
wood and sand
accepting and withdrawing
accepting and withdrawing
soft sighs released from your gorgeous mouth
landmarks observed
the historical notations taken in
face placed there
and there
and there again, again
comfort in repetition
all of these things
new every afternoon
reborn every second
of every single day
of every single moment
as I find myself beside you finding myself
undeserving
of you
