Untitled - December 07, 2001

Like the feel of silk sheets
against soft skin,
the words slide against each other
in blind patterns
that leave us breathless
in this sensuous moment.

It becomes the first time
sunlight touches pale skin;
or the last drop of sweat
against the junction
of neck and shoulders.

Like the first snowflake
landing on a warm window pane -
the perfect form
melts quickly 
into a pool of clarity.

-- Based upon the WOTD by Dame Judith -- Sensuous