Transformation

I love how your fingertips make poetry with my skin;

How your eyes watch mine, pleasured by my pleasure;

How you are at once strong and gentle within;

And how in your arms I feel like your treasure.

When with your mind's lovemaking you lead me to an arcane shore

And you play music that touches my soul --

I know that I have never visited this landscape before:

rugged mountaintops, soft sandy beaches and tides that roll.

Then your tactile teasing to drive me wild:

Here and now, moments of ephemeral eternal delight --

You turn me into that forty-something child

looking for, searching for, seeking an epiphanic insight

into life's greatest mystery:

how love transforms the worst warped history.