Wrapped in the after-glow
the gift of your skin so lately blazing
now softly cooling, warm.
Your beaded brow relaxing
above eyes reflecting my image,
gathering all detail with fingers
tracing my contours to review later,
when geography intervenes.
For now entranced; by your stillness
and the heat between us
where forms meet, tangled limbs
and souls still meshed, the rise and fall
of your chest and heart's steady beat
under hand whose tremblings cease.
Wordless, listening to sounds drifting
from the street, other lives bustling,
the world continues, outside,
though time here stops but for the clock
with red lines changing, rolling forward,
heedless, of my desire to rewind.