The smooth of your skin
Over stretched-strength tendons,
Those wrought muscles
So full of thirst for me;
The soft urgency of
Feather-light touch
Raises passion’s flesh -
Slow desire,
Friction’s tempest
To implore the ultimate
Sumptuous appetite,
The journey toward
Sensuous crescendo

We become expansion
Beyond the scope
Of contracted borders,
Toward the elevation
Of dimensions
Previously dreamt.

We become motion
Toward energy’s
Heightened climb,
A place to rest,
To view all of
Creation’s majesty.

01/18/2012