A MOMENT OF BLISS

She touched me with a finesse of tenderness

that emblazoned my skin—made me feel loved,

slamming the black door to loneliness.

Her satiny fingers opened a majestic door

to sensations I never knew—sent me aloft

on a flying featherbed, covered in a blanket

of pulsating stars.

A prick of light led the way up the turbulent river of love,

that flowed with whirlpools of ecstasy— and an undertow

of agony.