melting point
. . .
ice
learning
your name
one breath
at a time
starting
where your hair
keeps
the morning cool
lingering
along the curve
of your neck
as though
silence
lived there
pausing
where
your heartbeat
almost answers
waiting
to listen
to each quiet beat
beneath
your rising chest
rolling over
the curve
your breasts
holding
light
a drip
circling your
nipples
staying
until
your breath
remembered
its own rhythm
following
your shoulders
down your arms
one clear drop
at a time
finding
every finger
as though
they had
been waiting
to be noticed
waiting
to touch
wandering
over
your hips
never
asking
them
to become
anything
other
than home
to more
than breath
more
than a kiss
slowly@ drifting
down
inside
your thighs
soft glistening
petals
waiting for eyes
behind
your knees
where
even silence
paused
to be
stroked
following
your calves
to
bare feet
touching
every toe
before
slipping
towards
the darkest
place
where
my thoughts
hide
waiting
until
you
stopped
holding
your breath
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Beautiful
what a beautiful poem, Mark.