Friday, March 24, 2006
… a mixture of loves …
brush of five o’clock shadow across creamy smooth cheek
drawing in musky, unknown perfume of another
known so well, so intriguingly on one plane
sensory stimulation limited to thoughtful exchange
distanced beyond instant corruption
deepened respect, depth of personhood
make this brush a soul-joining attraction
not merely the magnetism of love-at-first-sight
or usual romantic love
but a pulling, straining of every bodily fiber
chest nearly torn open by hearts’ desire to be near another
hands trace the shape of shoulders, contours of back
as full, natural perfume-filled breaths are drawn into desirous chests
pulling back, whisps of hair brush chin, neck
as dark lashed eyes meet
eyes that have met so many times before
under cordoned circumstances
in selfless effort to share more of oneself
rather than take
smells, thought and touch move to taste
moist lips meet unconsciously
tongue, tender tangling
hearing the thoughts, touching the soul of love
acceptance, awakening by a generous gift
life-giving, stimulating
without expectation of repetition
respect, freedom, connection
a mixing of loves for a time
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