Poetry

Movement
by Carolyn Markham

bodies
in motion
yours, mine, ours
brought together
in the oldest dance

partners
wrapped around
you, me, each other
making our own music
no solos, a duet

sweet sensations
eye to eye -
cheek to cheek -
lip to lip -
thigh to thigh...

hands
touching, fluttering,
caressing, tracing
patterns on flesh
a braille of sorts

gasps
and sighs, and moans
breathless wonder
voiceless urging
harmony to our song

movement
desperate, needy
yet tender, too
drawing close, then away
counterpoint rhythm

release
from arms, from legs
from the bonds that
hold two people apart
so they become, briefly, one