'the gift of her nape'

'the gift of her nape'                       timothy r gates, 1/27/2011
 
the gift of her nape,
the small of her back
a river with tributaries
marvel at this mapless journey
darkness, purple hues into plum roses
light, blinding enlightenment
'please,' she whispers,
'don't forgot to start again,
this time from the back of my ankle'
i concur, oblige, submerge
a baptism worth redoing
this amorous embrace
has no competition
has no need to compete
this is what i sing of,
the gift of a blessed repose
she speaks into my ear, again,
'i love our cacophony given into harmony'
i agree, affirm, baptize
amorous is this journey starting from the nape