I want the weight of you,
not just your hand like a
delicate shadow
on my belly;
Not just your open mouth on
mine,
your scruff on my neck, no
this won’t do.
I don’t want pieces of you.
I want the cool finger of
vision,
your hands down my spine.
Our bodies wading shallow,
naked in a reflective pool. Two
puddles coming together,
the meniscus of our crescent
figures like droplets
returning from the waterfall.
On your lips I tell you this,
taste our stolen kiss.
You don’t hear me
through the rush.
© 2013 Samantha Kolber
