Dust Motes
Standing before me
Nothing was between us
But dust motes
Floating in a shaft of
Morning sun.
Only I
Had knowledge of you
To see the faintest
Turn of a smile
Upon your lips
As you let the robe fall.
I might have moved
Toward you
Might have taken you
In my arms
Except dancing dust motes
Captured my attention
Taunting me
Suggesting it’s
The faint things
I fail to notice
That divides the hubris in me
From the passion in you.
Brilliant sunlight
Etching the pores of your skin
In bright relief
Aroused me
Though I am a frequent explorer
Of your terrain.
But dust motes
Transfixed me
Mesmerized me
Pirouetting in streams of light
Drawing me through its galaxy
To establish
My constant orbit around you.
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