other places, their
universe beckons
me, vast and unexplored.
I see stars in there,
the hearts of the stars,
promises of what
I desire most. The precise curve
of your lips
draws me in,
not reverie
but the haiku on Zen
transitions, the
positions of bamboo.
I want to trace
my finger around your
lips, slowly feeling
each curve, every angleand down as my hands
slowly catch fire
the more they
touch. This flame
becomes lightning,
consuming, through
arms to my heart.
I want to be gentle but
there is a wildness
there, irresistibly
relieving control,
melting my will,
leaving only my
animal mind to feed.
