That Loving Feeling

 

 

How do I love thee?

 

I love the bulge

of your breast

along the inside

of my upper arm

when you lie on top

kissing me

 

I love

feeling the movement

of your nipple

along the tender skin

there

 

It sends

a subtle shudder

along the edges

of the soul

 

Small minutes

like these

stay in the memory

longer

than weather

 

longer than

corrections

in the economy

 

or wars

 

They live on

inside the genes

inside the inner

eyelid at night

they even return

in daylight

as daydreams