Embrace

I find deepest comfort

Dissolving in his solid warmth,

Radiating a silent question limb to limb,

Answered by a hand reaching for mine.

Each bend of his body an alcove in an empty courtyard,

Sunlight in the heat of his pulse,

Slower, soothing as a distant drumbeat.

Bathing me in sleepy Summer

And shielding me with pillar shadows.

The tickle of hair I brush with my toes,

The rippling arms, heavy enough to

Stop the restless pacing of my mind.

Nothing else exists but our quietly intertwining limbs.

The tides of gentle breathing,

Rock me soothingly

As if I were sunk deep into a heavy hammock,

The material bunching up in thick folds beside me,

Building up like a tent

In a storm of my own making.

His chest is an open plain

Carved into a stone-baked wall

Of some ancient city.

I walk through it eyes closed,

Stroking the textured stones,

Every step is sure,

This city is my home.