Lover’s Analog


Smooth skin,


warm invitation.


Your eyes

speak languages

your lips never could.


The movement

of you and I,

a composition

of nature;

a dance,

graceful flight,

moving upon the ocean.


Your breathing,

just like mine,

quickens in the moment.

Our souls escaping,

however briefly.


Head swimming,

the look upon your face

flushed and sensual.

The end of one intimacy,

the beginning of another.



we speak the words

that complete the magic.

The lover’s analog

for “Amen”.



HG – 2021

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