The morning sky is damp and gray
It’s raining, yet another day
and really, can I feel this way,
all stuffed with words afraid to say
while prudence dictates I delay

It’s not about those musky places,
but heart-to-hearts and face-to-faces,
us holding hands, our warm embraces,
and in your voice I find small traces
of comfort – my fear it erases.

The loud alarm now snaps me to my feet.
I shower in the dark.  The light’s too bright.
And when my morning ritual’s complete,
I’ll write down how I feel to set things right.

Resolved to share my thoughts with you,
my mind is racing as they brew.
Hoping I’ll not forget a few,
I recite phrases as they spew
’till pen and paper holds them true.
So, fearful that my reeling heart will show,
I’m careful with my words to not incite.
Yet feelings, too confused for me to know,
wash over me and fill me with delight.

For I suspect you feel the same
not sure enough, my heart to claim.
We’re caught up in a heady game,
where too much fervor might inflame
and then we’d have ourselves to blame.

Oh yes, I could devour you,
completely overpower you
but you just took my game away
with unfamiliar rules I play
Exposed now, I’ll just wait and see
And hope someday you’ll devour me.

Our crucial choice invoked by meager time,
Synergic dancing tongues or soulful eyes,
Submitting to the pull of that most prime,
Followed by uncomfortable goodbyes.

Patiently, I hope you’ll meet my stare,
Answering compassion hanging there,
I’ll settle just to hold your hand,
until you can.

Too many times I’ve grasped a tempting line
and fallen, holding hemp that’s torn and frayed,
recovered to a footing truly mine,
and gathered up my strength, while there I stayed.

Year after year I stubbornly ascend,
clasping each jagged crag with fingers torn.
It’s on my dogged will that I depend,
no longer on men’s pledges, sweetly sworn.

Clutching my clothes around my frame,
I march on disregarding every gust.
Too risky now to play his game
and chance my fragile poise to winter lust.

For long before you hoisted your first sail,
Before my first three-wheeler cycle ride,
Our souls, connected, without much travail
Soared across the heavens side by side.

I recognize the corners of your smile.
Familiar is the warmth surrounding you.
That’s why I chose to linger here awhile,
In hopes that you’d remember my soul too.

Remember and let go your earthly chains
and love with full abandon, as before.
Forgetting we’re subject to life’s domains,
we reach inside our hearts to find much more.

But circumstances hold you close to land,
Only to take flight aided by machine.
Unable to reach out and take my hand,
You soar alone, then return to routine.

So this short trip to earth is not our time.
We found each other much too late to join.
While lost inside your arms life is sublime,
I must ignore the tugging at my loin.

And I must stop aspiring to provoke
Your memory of aeons of delight.
When understanding, ‘though no words we spoke,
We knew no light, no dark, no day, no night.

Trembling tongues tentatively touch
through parted velvet lips.
Luscious, liquid body
falling, falling, falling
into you.