maps

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