to the boy with sleepy eyes...

no inch left untouched

by those loving, sleepy eyes

the heart quiets, awaits--still

recognizing its demise

you caressed every crevice

of me...thoroughly,

unrelentingly, with such

careful alacrity

as I stay still, trembling inside

in full knowledge

of my spirit adressing yours

and slowly, deliciously slowly

we set each other free.