Skin to Skin

The fine hair on the back of your neck
tickled my nose  
as I pressed closer to breathe deep
the scent of you
My left hand cupped your breast
and a finger felt the nipple rise as you slept
I understood why dolphins liked the S shape
so much
and knew it would take a tsunami or a major quake
to prise me away from the moment
In a week when the Pope told a billion catholics  
there could be circumstances  
it was OK to use condoms
and the Russians sat down with NATO
to agree a nucleur defence plan
putting James Bonds everywhere  
out of work
I counted one more thing his holiness
had never done
and one more reason to smile
by the light of the waning moon