Leave Me Not Without Passion

i.

Leave me not without passion:
Watch her arm lift,
the softest skin
on the inner half,
and between breast
and back.

Admire:
This moment’s nature is passing,
elegant threads
barely cover
her elegant bareness.

I will rediscover her.

ii.

Listen to held-in reactions,
changes in breath with the back of my hand –
knuckle coursing gentle over braced ribs.

Her fluttering lash –
one-eyed tick of rapture –
all in her head, yes,
but brimmed,
spills into quick breath,
long breath hum,
and shivers.

iii.

Feel goose bumps and flinches intense,
not rejected,
but impossible to absorb
when we are at our best.

So much I give.
“Only so much,” she says,
“I can take.”

iv.

Commit to me this moment.
Appreciate the so sensitive as to feel
the microscopic lines that make fingerprints
ripple against our cheeks and earlobes,
calves and elbows,
along our inner leg,
down our throat,
with the pulse of point-eight seconds –
our joy together.

v.

Take this all in
with conscience and presence,
whether earthy and animal
or glorious to the spirit,

then let it end.

Breathe,
smile,
linger,
savor,

and do it over
again and again
‘til death do us part.

Leave me not without passion.