MYSTERIES

Me_cafe_rougeby Jake Murray24 Jun 2014

MYSTERIES

words cannot convey
the sensation of your body
only touch
a poem
falls by the way imagination
fails

the catch of your breath
the contours of your skin
my hands smoothing
your lips your hair
your thighs
these remain
unspoken

in the silence
between us
everything
is still but moving

i sing to you

your eyes catch mine
the veil is drawn
you bring your gifts
to me
and we are
together
in wine