My dear one, you are sleeping now
And I bless your breath
As I lie, my mouth a fingertip away
From yours, gently parted
like some fleshy shellfish,
Breathing in the scent which you exhale.
Your lips smell of me
As mine still smell of you
That familiar smell
Almost oily, almost oatmeal
Mingled with pink toothpaste
And a thousand other subtlenesses.

Being the gentleman, I moved you
From what wet patch there is
As cold on one thigh
As you are warm on my other
(And anyway you just wanted to hold me
And you just and you and and...)

Succumbing once more to you
I dive for cover under hotel sheets
Discretely kissing your naked body
Letting my sense of smell lead me
Feline, furtive and paddy-pawed
Through your secret garden.
One exposed armpit tastes
Child-sweet, not adult-sour
Tastes of oysters and
June breeze on the machair
Two tiny nipples still stand warm
Unlike the colder flesh which cushions them,
A more mundane taste of your salt
Belying our recent exertions
How much warmer your ribs
Rising, falling, pulsing in complex motion.
Gently, sampling you,
I taste further down:
Passing your hand which guards your solar plexus
To your belly button, second blind eye of three
Still salty and sticky like our lips were
Tasting of me smelling of us,
Down to a spot in the hollow of your hip
Where all tickles meet
(How you laughed so much you wet yourself,
Which I smell too), as my nosetip
Feels the pulse through the artery
A river too big for your little body.
One thigh, invitingly open
White in my cat's mind's eye
Here in the duvet darkness
I kiss from vein to knee
Down downy calf to ten times toe
All smelling only of you.

Returning on the road from whence I came
I linger lovingly in the complexity of your sex
Your third blind eye
Uniquely you, your smell your taste
A private sitting as if below your waist
It is by invitation only
I drink like a cat at cream
As you stir but do not move
Sighing as if...well - as if,
Maybe dreaming of whatever you dream of.

Gentle as the summer rain
Post coitum homo triste
And tears drip down my nose
Washing your suede-smooth
Inward-looking outstretched sex
My libation to the oldest goddess
In the newest disguise
Alexa Aphrodite