your body
 i love
the firm form
which nestles
quick
and the soft
crease of odor
 
when with you
 i tingle
at the tiniest
flick of a smile
in which your face
is a blossom
that flowers
even in the fall
of snow

&

like lightning
 i become large
stretching the seams
 just barely when
the soft point of
your tongue
brushes
mine