A Moment of Transit

Knuckles grace past each other, fire shoots,

Not so much a -work, but a simple spark.

A moment of transit, lonely and warm

halted by a touch of flesh in the dark.

Eyes flick open, light wades through pupils and,

Lips part to taste the warm air that flutters

By teeth, begging to make a sound, and be

Heard by an ear as tongue sings sweet mutters.

Melodies float through atoms that dance clumsily

Till they form molecules, stable and whole.

And so too do our bodies as they tangle and twist

Flesh to flesh, heart to heart, soul to soul.

And when we become one, my hands in yours,

Our souls entwined within the very hearts of our bone,

A sudden rush fulfills me as I see your skin tingle.

And I whisper; hello my beautiful home.