I Touch Her Dress

To hold her tightly
In strong arms
Of undefeatable love
While dawn sparrows
Sing outside our bedroom
In the dewy lawn,
To kiss her eyes
Slowly at sunrise
Remembering the breaths
Of passionate embraces
That captivated us
In the night.

I’m the first
To venture from the bed
To begin the day,
I touch her dress
On the chair
Where she left it
And her essence
Enters my soul
From where
It will never depart.

The wondrous mystical union
Between a man and a woman.