silk bodies

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,

and

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.