Point/Counterpoint    

Disclaimer:  This a mix of poetry and prose; as such it is the first poetry 
(of any type) that I’ve shown to anyone, so be gentle!  Oh yeah, 
Paramount owns - hey, don’t we all know this by now?  Loves to R&K 
for C&J and for the great inspiration...

POINT: Am I dreaming?

A feather light touch tracing my tattoo
Lingering against my hair-
My brow twitches: a stifled gasp and-
Stillness.

A hint of spring rain - her scent -
Washes over and through me.
A silken rustle, a soft sigh
Fingers trip lightly along my temple, jaw, neck.

Her hair brushing my bare chest
Her lips seal to mine, petal soft
Slowly, oh so slowly, I open my eyes.
Serenity magnifies her loveliness.

Against my will, my hand moves -
The contact is electric.
At my touch, her eyes open, wide
Like a startled deer.  She pulls away.

Tense expectation; for an eternity we remain
Locked in a visual embrace.
Time stops, condensed into one moment,
One heartbeat.

We are drawn inexorably together
One to the other until
We meet with the force of
Two stars colliding.

COUNTERPOINT: What am I doing?

     I creep in here at night to watch him as  he sleeps - so peaceful, so 
handsome.  I drink my fill of him during these hours: it isn’t safe to 
indulge myself at any other time.

     In the dim light, I can barely see the rise and fall of his chest, smooth 
and tan, powerful.  I sink to my knees at the side of his bed and draw in 
his scent - sharp yet sweet - like cinnamon.  Before I know it, I’m 
touching him, my index finger tracing his tattoo while the rest of my 
fingers flit over his dark hair.

     Freeze!  Is he awake?  His brow moved - wait! His breathing is the 
same as before, relaxed and deep, and yet-  After what seems like an 
eternity, I begin to pull my hand away, lightly moving across his temple, 
his jaw, to his neck, where it stops.

     His mouth has captured my attention.  His lips are curved into a 
slight smile; a reflection of his dreams?  I give into temptation and lean 
to touch his mouth with mine.  Even at rest his lips are firm and his 
breath is sweet against my face.

     His touch on my cheek is like fire.  Startled, my only thought is 
flight - to the safety of my own space - away from this beautiful man 
who has bewitched me and stolen my heart.  But as I look into his eyes, 
I’m pulled down, down through their brown depths, down into his soul, 
and I see there the promise of forever.

     Slowly, oh so slowly, he pulls me near, and I him, until finally we 
meet, matter and anti-matter, in a perfect balance.

End.