THE MOST PRECIOUS THING

The most precious thing
The most precious time of day
My heat on your shoulder
In quiet afterglow conversations.

Silk and steel under soft lips
Fit against you
No gap unfilled
Damp skin shining like diamonds in lamplight.

Rose-gold through the bedroom window outside
Softening, cooling into milky, mignight blue
Times like these are the most precious.

© 6-2-2009