Natural

I've seen you in the shower and I've seen you in the mirror
The way your ears curve through your hair
And light nearly touches your throat
While water holds in a navel between your breath and thighs
Always waiting to cleanse the salt about your skin
That's when your arms are ruddy with the heat
Of showers melting, drying, towel on the floor
Where smooth lines were found by accident
And harsh ones left to rot

I see you in the lamplight and I see you in the sheets
Limbs scattered in directions pulling cotton close
About your waistline, dressing it in robes
Where feeling lurks in shadows of creases in the skin
And along your shoulder curving, connecting with a touch
Calloused hands are lifting secrets from a lullaby
To read whispers held in palms, seeking, searching, found
The way of affection seeping through your pores
Letting things be.