The memory of passion lingers
like a suprising but welcome kiss,
or a January's breath of hot summer air.
These fragile bodies we inhabit,
who could imagine the strength hidden there?
A touch in twilight darkness,
I stroke my lover's hair.
Lie close to me my love,
that I may feel your heart beat,
that I may warm you,
that we may create a space apart
from the uncaring world out there.