Nakedness is learnt successfully
In this ritual bath.
Your hair and gasps wrap me underneath,
Our skins whisper secrets, rubbing with harmony,
Your thighs can barely smother their shy laughter.
Songs are shaken, collapsing and arising
To the rhythm of our swinging
And you dance me around,
Pouring adoration into your own lullaby
On the same corner of the yielding bed.
We could whirl the sky with our desire,
The air and the water cannot withstand us,
They'll become wind and lake -
Here we'll fly, there we'll dip
Endlessly, endlessly, till the music stops
And there I'll be left to bear frustration.



© May 2005