One

it seems, from time to time, as you move your inquiring fingers across my skin, tracing the line of your descent,

that i cease to be a solid being.

i can no longer distinguish the barrier between my skin and your fingertips,

can no longer identify the point where my body ends and yours begins.

i feel myself dissolve, slow and warm, into the very cells of you.

an osmosis of us,

making concrete the words that never seem enough.

"i love you, i love you, i love you."

and two become one.

i open your eyes, and the world is new...

Author's Note

The photography is also my work.

Reviews

[ReaThoughts]

This is fantastic! You have managed to describe love so well that it seems to give me a new understanding of it. Wonderful poem.