beauty, love, lust, poetry, sex, women

Still

Wish I could come
Over?
Have my hands descend
To breathe in
Equanimity through their
Placement on your
Body
Fingertips grazing
Offering safety
Like an underground railroad
From the ceaseless dance of thought,
Through to an ocean of feeling
A sacred space of carnal purity
Two people sharing space,
A duet of elegant silences punctuated by bubbling laughter,
Gentle kisses like prayer to the
Vibe and when pilgrims like us,
Are broken-foot miles from
The heart of our faith,
We walk towards one another,
Baby girl,
Say the word
Say the world
I will make
Your mind
Still

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