It started at your spine

following its crevasse up

the radiance is warm

you lay asleep

Im unable to find

where your hair 

and the sheets meet

my finger tips

adjoined to your hips

the beat is slow

the beat is steady

swelled with love

when we delved from above

touched down on a cloud

in a shroud of lust

so here we are

your hand in mine

and our finger tips clicked

as we held in time