One Night

The one night we shared

are bodies entwined for endless hours

our souls making love

while we ourselves refrained...

Yet my finger tips and hands traced your outline.

I still remember parts of your living body,

curves I glided in and out of

soft pulsating places in a solitary universe.

I swear there were constellations in those curves.

I was lost in your sequence of your soul

showing itself... not in words but with silence

in the vigil of my arms.

I will perceive that ultimate strand

of your being and see you for the first time,

perhaps as God must see you

Strong, passionate, vulnerable, worthy.

Michael Palmer