with all the time in the world
I lose myself in the puckers and dimples of you

your contours under my palm are
a reminder of all good things

I am amazed at the soft pliability
of the most rigid parts of your body

tiny extended blood-pulsing rosettes

cheek to cheek, chest to chest,
thigh to thigh, nose to nose
atop the blankets

lost in the sadness of all of the world

Chagall 2020