the dip between your shoulder blades
exposing secrets you could never tell
me yourself. inviting, alluring, provoking,
long and deep, a valley promoting the
very lust you never expressed with words.

trace it, i think, caress the satin that is
your skin because next morning there
will just be white distressed bed sheet.

you breathe softly when you sleep, darling,
you rise and fall like the sea, like the beast
who lies beneath the hill. you sound like
silence bouncing off the walls of a hollow shell.

if beauty sang out loud, it would sound like you.