With These Hands

With These Hands

We laughed about the notion
Of me checking her breasts
For signs of darkness
I prepared myself for the work ahead

She smiled when I said
A strip search is necessary
As is the wine and a bath
And candles

Using massage oil to ensure a thorough search
And relaxation techniques as practiced by acrobats
I investigated the left and then the right
I used to search all through the night

I would cover every blade of grass
And kiss a clear path
All the way to her mouth
Whispering ‘the search resumes tomorrow’

The fear, like love, never goes away.

©SJ2009