There is no dark I fear with you so
Near. I feel your breath calling me.
The rise and fall of heaving breast
In these jet shrouded spaces around us
Are my guide. My hands so glide
Along the curving walkway of
Your legs that open like a book
Before me. My fingers trace
The Braille that is your body.
Paragraphs. Pages. The chapters I touch
Until, together, we reach the end
While anxiously awaiting the sequel.