Love's Delirium

Once electrifying when we were
young and besotted in love
the sensation of touch
flesh upon flesh in gentle
loving strokes of passion have
become becalming and
treasured assurances. So long
familiar yet never the need
satiated. From the lingering
hand settling a collar, to the
smoothing of lotion on my back
to the grace of a kiss, a soft
nuzzle, an endless embrace, an
arms-circling sweep of the
graceful dance of everyday life.