Her eyes, small caresses
of simple sweetness
on skin, on the moment…
softly gently on white linen
she produces magic and
lightness and my fear (an
old friend), sinks down
though consciousness
and drifts away: silently 
…slowly I become peace 
tranquility lay over me
a thick blanket protecting
me; always wanted always
wanted, always so far away
she is simply there with
herself, bringing everything
she has and forgetting
what is not required
I don’t know I’m waiting as
she blinks and the smallest
lift at her mouth’s corner
red red flower pedal lips, a
smile forms: my peace is
a fountain an explosion of
warmth and I forget my
old friend completely.