At five a.m.
silently, wordlessly,
your fingers reach for me
and bring me round.
At five a.m.
wordlessly, fingerlessly,
your hands fumble for me
and awaken my spirit.
At five a.m.
unfingered, unfettered,
your arms envelope me
and ease my early awakening.
At five a.m.
with no warning, not even a beginning,
you arouse me
just for the sake of arousing me.
At five a.m.
unearthly, unbodily
yet strongly, yet boldly,
you stir my innermost core.
At five a.m.
Unawares, yet unabashedly
I begin to respond to your touch
and my flesh reaches back toward you.
At five a.m.
though we join only at such a tiny place
our loves and desires, our passions and patiences
are all rewarded,
approachingly.