Warmth of ancient waters
risen from heart of earth
pulsed from arteries
beneath the skin of the world;
in a balm of peaceful thoughts-
as if returned to first awakening,
cocooned as a womb of birth-
reborn into a moment of our choosing.
Touched by air, wet skin sheds
wetness leaves to cooling kiss,
touches of winds, delight to skin;
heat blends in movement
as the moment passed becomes
expectation... I see you.
First in mind's eyes, wish-like
then full before me, wet and dry
risen from immersion; ready,
for the amazement --
of a lover's touch.
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