Heaven
Our skin is sandwashed silk
that seeks itself
in eachother.
Our long bodies,
luminous in the moonlight,
entwined,
my curves and hollows
cradled and completed
by your arms and angles.
Our fabric fuses,
yet shifts
and there is no beginning to us
and no end.
We are one, and two.
We are the shore,
and the waves and the rhythm
of the beating of your heart
is echoing in my soul,
and that is where
I will find you,
always.
We are the safe harbor
and we are sanctuary.
We are the sound of shifting sand.
Our fabric
is as close to heaven
as I have known.