Adrienne Rich — My Mouth Hovers Across Your Breasts

My mouth hovers across your breasts in the short grey winter afternoon in this bed we are delicate and touch so hot with joy we amaze ourselves tough and delicate we play rings around each other our daytime candle burns with its peculiar light and if the snow begins to fall outside filling the branches and if the night falls without announcement there are the pleasures of winter sudden, wild and delicate your fingers exact, my tongue exact at the same moment stopping to laugh at a joke my love hot on your scent on the cusp of winter