Now

silken silhouette
framed by the glow
of moonlight on linen
I listen as she sleeps

watching the rise and fall
of her shoulder
and drawing closer
to inhale her

the curve of her hip
thrown across a pillow
draws my fingertips
to the arc of its beauty

and they hover
hesitant
to disturb her stillness
yet aching

to grasp and to bruise
with my need
with my sex
I abandon thought