Refraction.

Clovette XIII

When she lays atop me,
It is as though we are one and the same -
Locks of her raven hair clinging
To my curls.
She rests her head just above my breasts,
And whispers to me that my heartbeat
Is the prerequisite to her own;
I tell her that she is my heart,
That it is not only she
Who depends on another just to breathe.
Even after all this time,
The wonder of her bashful smile
Knocks the next suave comment
From my mind -
That warm blush, how beautifully
Do her cheekbones rise.
This, I'm sure, is why she is my heart;
She is the sole competitor
Facing my mind, my logic,
My overthinking, my analysis.
How gently does she
Overrule my syllogistic conclusions,
The plans that my mind has laid
When it has forgotten that I
Can feel this way.
We lay here, and I rejoice in the warmth
Of her carnality; her skin against mine.
I tell her so, and that
Wonderful smile breathes
A little more life into me, and she says
That like the earth, like the stones
And crystals it bears,
I am just slightly cold,
But it grounds her so easily -
She can think, at last.
No longer overwhelmed by matters
Of the heart.
Now, we both smile.
She is still atop me,
Locks of her raven hair clinging
To my curls.
She rests her head just above my breasts,
Our legs tangled together further down the bed.
I'm not quite sure which are mine
And which are hers,
But it couldn't matter any less.
It is as though we are one and the same.