Wondering fingers move through strands of hair, each one longing to be touched. The most impatient ones come right off and stick to your hands for just a second. Later they fly off. One falls right into your lower lip. You stick back your tongue and blow, ever so slightly, with a smile. The ones that fall unto your body stick there for just a little longer. Taking delight in the softness of their new surroundings they wish to stay in place forever. Falling with your movements they explore your body. Resting in your collar bone, they think of the tiny rivers that could form there, creating the most beautiful of waterfalls. Carried a little lower, the curves of your body, so harmonious, provide an ecstasy of spirit unbeknownst to any other. On the left side of your chest the beautiful sounds of life push one strand further, swimming downwards until resting at your hips. As you turn for an embrace, every strand falls to my bed, almost every strand. Still holding you close, I lie; blessed, thankful for this unmerited favour from God.