you wrap my body with your breasts <br />and i face the pillow my body presses <br />on the softness of materiality, you run <br />your fingers on my arms looking for <br />the secrets of my flesh, and i keep my <br />hands steady on the railing of the bed. <br /> <br />you whisper to my ear the tradition that <br />in true love there are no more secrets. <br />i smile to the white linen and i close my <br />eyes back to the horrors of my pasts. <br /> <br />you put your chin on my shoulder and <br />you kiss my hair and you caress my <br />head and neck down to my hip and butt. <br /> <br />you kiss me again and you signal that i <br />now must face you in this intimacy. And <br />i look at you and gently i kiss you in return. <br />I am Cupid and you are Psyche. I must tell <br />you again, i trust no light. Love exists <br /> <br />by itself, through itself, for itself,
