Who Am I?

(One: Passion)

I am the heat that courses

through your skin

as lips collide,

dropping like stones

to the floor

amidst our clothes.

I am the want

settling in your bones

like a fever,

the threads of my desire

weaving through your veins

in a tangled map of lust.

I am the memory

of a breath exhaled

against the dimpled flesh

of anticipation

as hands careen in an endless slide

across your thigh.

And I am the sigh

caught between your lips

and the curve

of my back,

the distance between the salt

of my lips

and your eyes

as you strip me away

and leave me shivering.

C. Black

September 2006

The first poem of an ongoing series of poems, reflecting that we are all so many things, in many different ways.