I put my hand on your chest,
letting the spasm of love
that was consuming me
pour through your chest
into temple of your heart.
I hold my face
in palm of your hand
whispers low and close
from depth of my soul.
till you rolled onto your back,
your long hair falling across your shoulders
then I put my hand and touch its softness.
Then I wait, till you fall sleep, to steal a kiss,
a tender kiss, a kiss undressed from everything except my love….
Sweet dreams, my beloved
I never leave.
“© Serena Devi, Sept 2008, San francisco”