An anticipation that exceeded expectation, soft and voiceless
even as its warmth still lays breathless upon
the nakedness of my
Speaks to me–
Like tendering whispers warm with secret desire.
Enveloping me with the remnants of intimacy and carnality
where the only trust I ever knew was found
in the asylum of your
Embraces me –
Like a lovers arms holding me close after the fall.
Caressing the chambers of my heart with a gentle finesse of
solitude of which I cannot help but wonder
who is holding you
© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009