True Love's Touch

[douglas]

His soft white hand
As smooth as polished marble
As translucent and cool
Artfully formed by god
And filled with love and tenderness
Reached out and caressed
His lover’s strong face
With a touch of love
Like an angel’s

And the articulation of his fine fingers
Dancing lightly
Like plumes of mist
Against the rugged lines of his paramour’s cheek
Caused shivers within him
And deep reverent memories
Of passion and compassion
Bestowed upon him selflessly
In the past

And with an elegant tilt of his head
His eyes sparkled effortlessly
Gazing into love with
Trance-like curiosity
Feathers of fascination
Tickling over both of them
Released by their deep adorations

His hand rested upon his lover’s face
For a long, silent time
Nestling the radiance of his life
Within the coolness of its palm
And they became aware
Of all the days and hours
That had passed between them
Before this moment

And he remembered
Their first embrace

His soft white hand
As smooth as polished marble
As translucent and cool
Artfully formed by god
And filled with love and tenderness
Reached out and caressed
His lover's strong soft face
For the first time
Long ago
With an enduring touch of true love

[dcmarti1]

Gives me flashbacks of those Kouros statues at the National Gallery exhibit in DC in --oh, maybe-- 1989 or 1990. Certainly as moving as "Antinous" by Fernando Pessoa.