I fall.

Cartwheeling, wrenching, tumbling.

With the sound of your breath

Your languid heated skin against mine

The agonizingly slow way you bow

Stretch and reach for me

With a sparkle in your eye

And just a touch of play

We scamper, turning and moving

Like the repetitive singing chimes of a grandfather clock.

Tiny grains of sand gaily announce our union

My Beloved and I.