Our Bodies Touching

This is my 200th poem. I am proud of myself. Through all my doubt and disbelief, the words have still wanted to come and manifest themselves through me. I still want my poems to be…… i’ll stop there. if you like it, let me know.

I was thinking of you, us:

Sitting around the campfire,

The flickering of the warm light,

The crackle and pop of desire.

Our bodies touching the way

flames do, melting into each other.

A sky full of twinkling stars.

The deep dark of the night forest.

The quiet between us. As loud as

Our beating hearts. Our breaths

Building white bridges of hope

between ripe lips. Dreams of reflection

bouncing off our eyes into the flames.

Soft blankets wrapped around us like the night.

Oh, the light of love and desire,

Sitting next to each other patiently.

The log cabin behind us awaits.

Come my love, take my hand, stand.

Come build the bridges to our dreams.

- By Michael Stolt