In Praise Of

This is in praise of your fine-boned wrists

and gentle hands,

of your arms laced with blue veins

and your long beautiful neck and pointed chin.

This is in praise of the sharp bones of your hips beneath the flat of my hand.

I sigh with my lips resting on your freckled shoulder

and I pull you closer to me,

even as you sleep

the strange architecture of your back working against me.