will we be skin to skin again
will
blood be hot
will
bones awake
and
subtle muscular ripples strum
and
judder breaths
as
we strip the fret
from
stressful days
in
naked exploration
will
we find my finger
running
the curve
of
your cheek again,
tracing
the arc
of
your back
the
valley of your belly
strolling
the soft velvet
of
your inner thigh
and
the domains
that here adjacent lie
like snuggled rabbits
our
bodies fitted once
leg coiled round leg
hand round breast
buttock seamed to thigh
have
we forgotten
the
maps
we
drew of each other's desire
the
songlines we sang
and
danced
and
dawdled down
can
we redraw
before
it is too late
the
paths of pleasure we once knew
