So very kind to hands plunged in.
This soft heaviness, welcoming scooped palms.
Whispered sussurations as stones settle deep.
Then a parting, lifting of palms, all creases scars
wrinkles lie smoothed, blessed
by the fine chalkdust of these
thousands of miniature planets.
Powdered and perfumed every one, by pulsating tides-
Saltlaquered and dried smooth by
Yet with more ardent caresses comes the quickening.
A slow moistening transforms
dust- shrouded bodies in to stars:
Glittering and ruby-veined- all but quivering with embrocation.
Aroused by rising water claiming its own.
Drawing treasures in to itself,
Gracing hands fragrant, lulled and heightened by this moment.
Which comes, intensely, by loving touch alone.
Copyright Tom Tide 2017