Always

I’ve known you, it seems, always
and yet each time we touch
it’s new, it’s the first time,
and my body remembers yours,
the first touches decades ago,
and still, my lover, still,
each time I see you, newness,
stillness, your sounds of pleasure
are to me totally new, completely
filling my heart, my thoughts,
until all that remains
is the slow movement of my fingertips
over the smoothness of your skin