I Like When You

I like when you are already in bed when I
  arrive,
       and every movement represents an invitation,
you lie on your side, your hip sculpted into the posture of
 -desireforcaresses-,
                   while you gesture with your hands,
  sending your chest into an up-heaval,
                                               indeed,
your lips keep moving, soundless, despairing
  silenceoftongues,
your ankles, 

              danceofgreeting,
upturned and then hidden again,
        as you tuck them behind you,
moving
to me.