Will I know her better
If I climb inside her skin,
Feeling what she feels
When my fingers stroke
Those sacred places
I only touch on the outside,
Those places that make her stir.
Will I feel it all
And think all that she thinks,
When I feel those tender spaces
Deep inside her,
When I only feel the surface now,
When I want to dig deep
From where it all derives,
The pressing in and drawing out,
Like a religious ritual,
Where for an instant
A part of me reaches
The most holy places in her,
Will I feel it all
If I can get deeper inside
Where all this transpires,
Love oozing out of me
And into her,
Filling her with my sacred wine
No comments:
Post a Comment