i remember his hands.
too soft. he couldn't handle
me, when i moved like silk
against his body.
it distressed him the way i flowed
through his veins.
he pumped me out of his heart,
and it was second best blessing i have ever been given.
now, when i move like water
through the shower head,
i drip down a body of total and complete perfection.
i sit heavenly inside his eyes
of the sweetest grey,
after the transfusion of bloodily
fluids, i can feel a better man
coursing through my bloodstream
like pure joy.
i forget all other hands, now yours exist,
and i can not remember the way anyone
else felt inside me.