Thinking of You

and the way your hand feels in mine,
the beat of your heart,
the heat of your breath at my ear.

Thinking of you...
the pulse of the baseline as we move -
one unit -
in tandem.

The guitar wails a lament,
husky voices telling a story of the blues,
as the quiet shuffle of feet and
whispered voices
fill the empty space.
Drums patter out a staccato,
our bodies moving in unison,
my chest pressed to yours.

Our connection is an embrace,
home,
something I can always trust to be safe,
good,
comfortable.
Trust comes like second nature -
our closed eyes,
your cheek pressed to my hair,
arm about my waist -
something others only try at,
can only mock with their efforts.

Your body whispers to mine;
a quick foot shuffle and
twist.
A dip.
The guitar patters out:
as the last note lingers
I open my eyes
and smile
at you.