My gentle lover,
you are my cold and my flame,
firing me
and chilling me
to hold back
the deep swelling of self
that would disconnect us.
Lover,
you tell me about
all of you,
and yet
I would have more;
I desire to suck out
all that is you
and taste it
as a manna of forever.
Lover,
your touch
is my language of choice,
for it tells me
of your desire,
and with your eyes
that melt with mine,
desire and souls
are singular.
Lover,
come to me
and give me
your outer
and your inner,
all that is your
flesh and your heart;
and on that I can feast
as long as
my chest moves with breath
and my imagination
stays rich with you.
My lover,
separation is never separate,
for we are
entangled
as one particle of life,
held together as two
sweet energies
that live
in a universe of us.
31/10/2015