Saturday, September 16, 2006

My Lovers Back

He runs his hands over me.
Searching.
Probing.
Exploring.
Every cavity, crease and contour.

He searches.
Not as
An old lover,
With tired familiar hands.
But,
Like a child
Who has just received
His first gift
Since the
War and following depression
Ended.

He savour's
Every moment.
Not wanting to miss a thing.
Discovering.
Recording.
Storing.
Every touch.
Every sensation.
To memory.

My lovers back