I brush the hair back from your face
and tuck the locks behind your left ear
My fingers trace the ridges of your ear
feel along the angle of your jaw
caress your neck
traverse your shoulder
stroke your arm
feel the roughness of the elbow
glide over the forearm
encircle your wrist
then intertwine with your fingers.
Leaning across the miles
my lips kiss our knotted fingers, retrace the path
buss your pulse
taste forearm
nestle the crook of the elbow
questing up the arm
pecking across the shoulder
pausing, pausing on your neck
hungrily along the jaw
nipping the lobe.
Whispering across the miles
"From a distance you have enchanted me,
Sleep and Reason have absented themselves
Sweet dreams my lady,
filled with roses and love
beauty and poetry
fools and dragons."
