THE CIRCUIT

She rubs against my chest

softly

tentative

wondering how I will respond.


Slowly, my fingers snake forward

toward her

stroking, holding

connecting our circuit

nose to nipple

hand to head.


We maintain our curious pose

for some time

silently

striving for a continued conjoinment

both knowing

that eventual our region of touch

will have to change.


Until then

we share this moment

this connection

tongue tasting my sweat

thumbs probing her hair

and we hope

it will last

long enough.

2005 - 2004 - Late 2003 - Early 2003 - Late 2002 - Early 2002 - 2001

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