your skin alone is as soft as
your smile is my last breath
and your lips puckered for cooing are
a glorious gain of candy apples.
We two are now three
merged in the depths
of touch and long stares.
In the trinity hug, we delight in
the smell of your fresh-washed hair.
We look into your navy eyes,
whispering words you can’t understand.
We break the shell of just-us-two. You,
entering our sphere like a beautiful dream.
You, a gentle symphony that changes everything,
like the touching of the stuff of fairytales.
Copyright © 2000 by Allison Grayhurst
Published in “Medusa’s Kitchen” May 2017
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