Passionfruits

I do remember now, you held my face and cradled it with hands so soft the love seeped from its pores, and, now and then you found my eager lips as if to say, I'm here and would you be, my silent lullaby, you hummed, I felt your twins just as they brushed from pectorals to centre stage, you were so near, yet it was closeness, that I missed, insatiable, was your thought, I sensed it then and nothing would have changed today, it was a journey now, its slowness reminiscent of a stage coach out of Laramie. There was no rush, and promises arose from naked skin to give with utter joy from self to us, as we were one, still dreaming though in fading gravity. And it was right, there were no doubts, and when you held my face and cradled it I knew, my smile was hidden in the dark just like your boots, there, by the bed no words were said I do remember still the taste of forty passionfruits.