His hands at the center of my back
Touch the center of my being.
My hands draw him in,
Deep into my heart and soul.
We are two separate beings
joined in one existence.
It is an existence that comes and goes
is here and gone.
It is empty yet full.
We are together but always alone.
Maybe it is too much.
Too lovely, too sweet and smooth,
Deep but never whole.
Always over, again and again and again
But always just beginning.