To trace you

I will trace you on our bed,

I will trace where you laid your head;

I will touch your soft and creamy tender skin

and slide my finger across your dimpled chin.


I will caress you from toe to flowing head,

I will touch the breasts from which our baby fed;

I will slide my finger over your sleek pink lips

and feel the curvature of your hips.


For this is where you laid down with me,

under the peace of our favourite tree;

it is here where our love was formed and made

and it is here where your body is deathly laid.