Devotions.

I see and feel him cradle the nape of my neck and mouth I care into my shoulder. It makes me shudder and I can't think. He drinks me in with his mouth and cups my buttocks with demanding hands. Together we fit a mould captured upon the hearth of eternity. He rocks me ... amazingly sweetly then we fall in symmetry and doze. His back gently ripples where the Gods have sculpted him from his collar bone to his tailbone, stopping to gracefully slope at his thighs. And what lies between- a delight.

In the morning, he drapes a careless towel around his waist. He makes his wash in a dimly lit space. The windows are shaded. In my foggy reverie I wonder what he is about to do. What he does is playfully plant a full moist kiss on my mouth before asking me if I'm hungry. I am. For him, I can glimpse the litheness of his person as he creates some masterpiece or other. I take a moment to breathe-to remember-to wee. My body has been awakened by a rare touch. A proper stoke. My canvas brushed with sweetness. I discovered a comfort zone and I learned to trust and let go.

He wanders back into our cove with an avocado salad which he's convinced is genius. I'm feigning disinterest like a cat preening in the sun. It's supple, rich velvety with small slivers of sweet pear and creamy avocado. I never ate before I met him-never drank the sunlight or bathed in the rain. Now I can't stop and he's always there to encourage me. He strokes my shoulders and hair with decided sensitivity and a beautiful awareness of my needs.