Celebrate

Let me celebrate parts of you so secret,
even you have not seen –

All these I celebrate

The nape of your neck, soft and white
beneath the aromatic tendrils of your hair;

The hollow where your shoulder blades
curve into my caress, delicate, like a bird;

The incandescent camber of your back,
ribbed and smooth, arched in surrender.

All these I celebrate

Your eyelids, the coverlet through which
the world filters into your dreams;

The spiral sculpture of your ear,
knotted inside itself like a shell;

The song of your mouth, entwined
in unison with my own song.

All these I celebrate

And those that I have left unspoken,
left unsaid, I celebrate in silence, instead.