Of You - Tomorrows Poems
Fingertip.
Pressing words beginning and end.
Placing lines of print.
Of Passion and Promise,
down onto warm, nervous flesh.
Inside the whisper of attempt.
Exhale escapes without consent.
The beauty of this,
in its tiny moment of Power.
Craddled in the source.
Effortless.
Delicate and simple.
The pressing of you.
on me.
Then over you.
I am.
Belittled
Willingly.
Breathless with all fingertips intact.
Awaiting the vulnerability of you.
