I do not love her for her eyes
though I admit they threw me in
as honey might a bear
or a been to open petals of a flower
encouraging me to go deeper
when I might have done otherwise
I do not love her for
her smile
the singularly attractive slant of lips
I always ache to kiss
to feel them against
mine
to know what is
divine
I do not love her for the tips I nip
in the act of making
love
or the hips against
which I pound mine
I love her for all
that is beyond sight
or touch or reach for
the mystery buried so
deep inside her
I need a lifetime to reach
to touch, to kiss, to share love
No comments:
Post a Comment