Places Seldom Mentioned
I celebrate the resistances of your body:
my tongue barely detects your lashes,
finger and thumb fondle the ear-lobes,
seek your tummy button,
that post-mark seal of birth.
I stroke above and below those feet
which touch the earth we share.
I blink a butterfly-kiss on your cheek.
Who taught me that? I forget.
The crook of your arms, your knees,
a bend at your wrist – neatly my lips rest there.
Mouth-perfect the hollow at the base of your spine,
tweaking your toes – ten delights with laughter.
Hand-in-hand we walk our days
savouring the gifts of night.