Cocoon

I lie with my head in your lap,
warmed by the glow of your desire,
surrounded by your comforting flesh.
Wet with your dew,
cushioned by your softness,
blessed by your trembling hand
entangled in my hair.

Cocooned in your love,
there is nothing to think of,
nothing to fear,
nothing to remember,
nothing to regret.

And if I do think of tomorrow,
the morning, the dawn,
it is to muse on
another sweet time
embedded in each other,
sharing one body,
one sweetness,
one eternity of
undulation,
surrendering senses
to a fire bright now.

My hand on your breast,
lying loyally on your soul
embracing life.