I remember your nimble fingers in
the morning
tickling down  my piano key spine
from the straightness
of my neck to the roundness
of my derrière as the light of
a new-born day dappled gold
across our love worn bed.

I remember your nimble fingers in
the late afternoon
following the S-curve of my sated
body from bottom of hip to
top of breast, your warmth spooned
against mine, your breath whispering
on my cheek, we didn’t budge for
hours in our world of us.

I remember your nimble fingers in
the sweet stillness of night
following the arch of my foot, up
the tautness of my calf, slowly
moving to the softness of my
yielding thighs as I barely dared
to breathe.

I remember your nimble fingers in
my sleep where theory begets
life and all that appears to be,
is.

~~~

Poem inspired by Three Word Wednesday.