Still

There will be a time for laughter,
A time for smiles and words and dances,
There will be time to quake and burst
Out of our skins with life;
but now,
Do not sway--do not move
Do not stir, or go too far--
Lie still beside me:
My hand in the cup of your hand,
My body in the cup of your body
Together, an ocean of skin, rising with
The steady swell
of breath.