First Revelations

His touch —
softly down to
secret places —
was not as hungry
as I expected.

There was no rush
to grab hold
of the moment,
to take
for himself
its brass ring.

In the last lights of day
he was unhurried
and gentle,
savoring the pace
of us as if
there were no end.

So many
sweet unspokens
tip-toed
across skin,
he surprised
a tremble
from my soul.

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Poem from the archives, while I work on finishing my book. Words ©2007, Jen Payne.

Image: Adam and Eve, Frank Eugene.

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