The Exquisite Skin

I want to dance
I want to sing
I want to let the music fill me
as you have.

I want to move
I want to breathe
I want to feel
Soft hands in my hair
Warm breath on my neck
Your eyes watching me move
Me feeling your hunger.

It is the exquisite skin that’s missing
In the meeting of our minds.
That soft and salty sensuousness,
That seals the envelope of lust.

I’ve imagined
Your first touch
Over and over.
On my face—
A soft caress.
On my lips—
A finger’s press.

And when we come together,
It’s not quite in heat
But, rather, in a warm and final knowing.