My Lover’s Chest
So dark in this small room
Forgetting for a moment where I am
Eyes opened but see naught
A deep abyss ,void of sight.
Sounds from my head rest fills my ear
Tracing my gently fingers over
The touch of soft hair
A blemish as I trace the skin…
Up and down my fingers go
Feeling the scar on the canvas
Allowing palm to flatten, vibrations under
A breath escapes, tickling my nose.
My hand moves across his chest
Resting it between his arm and torso
Relaxing, I remember where I am
His calm heartbeat lulls me back to sleep.