I haven't titled this yet...I can't seem to decide what to call it. It is a little rough but I like it the way it is. I think it should stay rough like it is, since this is a "in the moment" poem. However, I played with writing one poem from two angles.

I told her to close her eyes
I ran the tip of my finger across her eyelashes of black
feeling each one graze the print of my finger
watching as her eyes frantically moved under her lids
slightly flinching
I let my finger run down the bridge of her nose
from the middle of her brow to the tip
and then down to the bend in her lip
forming the curve of her mouth
her lips opened just a little
my finger an explorer feeling the intake of breath
and as I explored her lips
so soft and full not plump
she kissed my finger
if I had not been paying such close attention to her mouth
I would not have noticed
so soft was this kiss of breath
I continued my journey
down her chin
over the slight cleft
which she lifted
exposing her beautiful neck
dark because of light
but also because of who she is
and I felt her swallow nervously
my finger tip was joined by the rest of its companions
my hand glided down the plains of her chest
feeling the softness of the skin
until I felt the music beating from inside
and I rested my hand
concluding my journey

He laid me down and kissed my face
whispering to me to close my eyes
nervously I let my sight become veiled
and he ever so gently grazed my eyelashes
I could barely feel this loving touch
like when a petal is rubbed against the skin
barely felt except for knowing that it is happening
and he traced my nose from the top to the tip
and when he reached my lips he paused ever so slightly
I felt as his finger tip glided across my lip
over the curve and across the bottom
I have never felt anything with so much care
I inhaled suddenly
and I followed with a kiss to his finger
my lips tingled and wanted his own
as his finger left my mouth and slowly
climbed over my chin
I tilted my head slowly
exposing my bare neck
my vulnerability
and he traced adding to this feeling more fingers
and then he placed one finger after the other
across my chest
tracing my collar bone
gliding to my breast
pausing over my heart beat
resting over my love


I looked at her face and whispered open your eyes
and when she did she stared at the ceiling
as a smile slowly started to form
and she lowered her gaze to me
and when our eyes met
I saw my life begin


As I took a breath I heard him whisper to open my eyes
and when I did I stared at the ceiling
joy over taking every thought
I looked down at him
and when I looked into his eyes
I knew he was the one.