Holding Hands

Somewhere past Infatuation

around the corner from all that early excitement

in a quiet cul de sac housing our hearts

we lie together

The blankets are too warm and heavy

because our bodies are as well

Fingers mesh together

weave into a basket

idly thumb wrestling in the afterglow

Somehow I have forgotten

what used to work for me

because I have acquired strange fetishes

that are particularly related to you

The one crazy hair on your belly

Your right nipple

The sound of your completion

I find I am willing

to practice whimsical origami

I find that being with you is like playing

unspoken conversation, code

giggles and raspberries

natural as breathing

natural as pulling up the covers

natural as dozing off to sleep

fingers still entwined

(c) RCGA 2013