Sometimes we get almost too close, at least
Too close for me to see you clearly.
Last night you held my head softly,
pressed my fevered face against
the soothing coolness of your breast.
No fire could rage against
such healing coolness.
Every touch quieted something in me,
connected with some deep emotion and
In the morning you warmed
what you had cooled;
In the early light you inflamed
what you had soothed.
Then you wrapped your arms around my body
bringing me as close to you,
as deep within me,
as it is possible to get.
I held you there
as tightly as I could.
We lay together in passion and closeness.