The Understanding

by Emmilee Adler
(00/04/02)

I find I cannot breathe
in the presence of my spouse.
My lover tries to understand.
Like this baby? One hand around my neck
while we make love, kneeling, arched
together on the floor. He holds me
with the other so I cannot move and
speaks softly in my ear.
When we bathe I take him
in my mouth, he cups my head
and slips further into the tub,
pulling me underwater.
Is this how it feels?
In bed, caresses me
with oils, long, hard strokes
along my back.
Wild in his comprehension,
heated, thick with power,
heavy thrusts, strong
fingers in my hair
muffle my cries of love
into the pillow, his weight
and warmth upon mine.
Like this, baby? Like this?

©2002 by Emmilee Adler

                                                                                                                                                                                               

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Emmilee Adler lives and writes in the northwoods of Minnesota