I can see the contour
of your smile
diving around
the other side of your face
my hand has curved
over your left shoulder
and your cheek is pressed
against the middle
of my flattened breast
so that neither of us knows
where we begin or end
in this intricate act
of devotion
so enveloping
we cannot breathe
without lifting the hairs
on each other's throats
or sweeping the air
with our passionate sighs.
