Sonnet For My Lover

My hands belong upon your breasts, your skin
And yet, this distance can’t preclude my heart
From feeling like I feel when I’m within
Your warmth.  We don’t belong this far apart
When close as lying next to you, asleep
I know my hands belong right where I said
And there, upon your breasts, I need to keep
My lover, skin to skin, within our bed
I turn to pull you close, to taste your kiss
Your kisses are more sweet than noble wine
I’ve never tasted anything like this
Like you, within a pose, relaxed, supine
I want to hold you, quietly and still
And when you’re back within my arms, I will.

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