Apr 162012

If you must go today, shed your skin
Like a snake, folded over in silken pleats.
I want to roll always in your musky and fragrant muslins.
I want to cover my pillows with you, and stitch moccasins–
My face on your rosy breast, my feet in your feet.
Your skin pours over me, cream from the pitcher
Dousing me head to foot till I’m swimming
In white memories of touching you, deeper
And deeper. You, not God, are my soul’s keeper.
With your beauty, your nearness, your softness, I am brimming.
I smell that one spot behind your ear, you know,
Every time I close my eyes to pray.
Every time I close my eyes–as now–
You are there, luminous in naked ecstasy.

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