Housewarming

I taste your presence in the air, fleeting
as a shooting star. Then fading.

          If you touch me.
Just so. A rose-petal caress. The
warmth of your sigh, fluttering, teasing
the tunnel of my ear.
          If your lips tremble
                against my cheek. If you whisper
(Love?)
                my name.
          If your eyes
illuminate
          my fear, and it drifts
                                                away.
          If your quest echoes in my hope.
Please?

You will find me eager, my kiss
on your face, my scent,
my thought, my promise will
surround you. Flesh quivering,
I will receive
you. In receiving, know my home.

1987

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