gently lay your head on my pillow

imprint in my mind the very soul of you

the scent you carry between each strand

of the natural highlights shining in your hair,

pierce me with your presence,

exciting to the touch,

every fiber and curve,

every motion of your body

taking me on a journey

through time, every minute

behind my eyes, you are

there like the last time I held you,

the last time our lips met

in more than greetings and plesantries,

the last time you opened yourself

up, held out your hand and invited me in,

taking me into the corridors of your soul,

whispers pressed hotly into my ear

as legs and arms take hold and

give direction, helping the messenger

make the delivery, signed, sealed,

and delivered, all yours,

completely, pony express rider

with a full saddle bag,

slow motion, steady projection,

deeper and deeper into

the wild untamed valleys

that are yours and yours alone,

coming in through the eye of the needle

and emerging into the roar

of a hidden waterfall,

roaring and rolling in foamy unrest,

finding peace at last in complete emersion

and the release of a final breath.