Saturday, August 29, 2015

He looks at me

I never say a word
And neither do you
Here in this darkened, sacred, small room

You simply sit here
And so do I
Head in my hands and eyes on your eyes
Which compass my soul with a glance and I try
To fall deeper and fly
Into your fiercely amorous gaze

Adoration
Of your white face

Penetration
You in your hidden grace

Contemplation
Pouring salve in the place
Of the wound

I never said anything, and neither did you
We knew
We knew

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