When I came close
and climbed on top of you;
when I pressed myself deeply
into you, our lips, almost touching…

your face held the same expression
of an infant as he saw the lowering
of a milk bottle. Hunger; excitement;
and also fear, as if the hand that held
the bottle would suddenly disappear. 

That was the moment I saw
you, at your most beautiful,
lying beneath me, soft eyes
under the moonlight. A soul
who surrenders himself
to be satiated by another
is so easy and impossible to hurt.