Dissonant Beauty

You forget that you are the
most beautiful
one.

The swerving of leaves,
your hair rests, quiescent,
the perception of the sunset,
your eyes shine,
the touch of love under our skin,
your legs open,
the absorption of the least of one exciting breath,
your hands travel slowly,
rhythmically, the expression of wholeness.


Your kiss,
my lips.

A smile touches your lips.