My skin envelops me
in a soft permeable snug package
that wants to be touched.
His hands on my skin and
his arms encircling me and
his legs twisted in mine
I relax and dissolve in his embrace.
It’s like in the lake, floating, I allow my boundaries
to liquefy in the water until
I become only my thoughts and my vision of sky
in a flash
I can retreat to the safe harbor of my skin
Skin sensing the complete massage of the silk water
containing me once again.
Submerged in water
or melting in his embrace
I allow myself these short visits with the
ecstatic expanse and disintegration of death.
And then each night, there is my bed.
My bed is my mooring
after the adventures of the day.
All the moving about,
the opening myself to others,
the routine services I provide
gradually disperse and
compromise my integrity.
After a whole day of being invaded
receiving and sharing and
all of the mindless performing I do
I return to my reliable haven
with its soft pillows and sheets
And to the smooth skin of his inner arm.