Circles

 

Step closer then

 

Draw me into you

 

You form the circle with your arms

 

I will penetrate that circle with all my being

 

One ear resting on one heart beat

 

Four feet

 

A stronger base than two alone

 

Warm to warm in worlds cold to love

 

Closer still

 

Sliding arms up to reach your neck

 

Fingertips feel the pulse like vunerability and trust

 

Lacing fingers around your neck into a circle yet again

 

You penetrate me with your whole being

 

Warm to warm yet closer still

 

The world that was there disappears

 

Only eyes pinned to eyes in magnetic gazes

 

Linked by lust that turns to love’s electricity

 

The feel that material makes pressed between the circles

 

Flesh that yet is not close enough

 

Rigid with separation’s pain

 

Even while hard flesh presses into soft

 

Standing in the frozen moment hot as fire

 

Unconsumated Unconsecrated

 

Comes the kiss without volition

 

One reaches up seeking one reaching down

 

Words unspoken except by touch

 

Soft and warm and maybe even bitten

 

Reaching up as humans may to angels reaching down

 

Feel the oldest dance within the first action of choice

 

In time

 

The dance is rythmn in the circles we have made until we fall

 

Into the snow banks or soft grasses

 

Into lakes or beds of flowers blanketing mountains

 

Or maybe into shallow seas with tickling foam

 

Your weight on me as proof of your protection

 

You I will circle once more

 

Ankles locked around your waist

 

Somehow all the material things fled

 

And you say I love you without words

 

Buried inside me with your whole being

 

The Circle is completed

 

Then comes LIFE!

To________

 

The poem I never meant to write….

 

You were old when you were born.

 

I  lied to myself all these years.

 

Never talking to you much,

 

Heart can, a traitor be, unsupervised,

 

So I will write it to you this way:

 

I do not love you; you are too young.

 

I do not love you; not that quick bright mind,

 

Not the smile in pictures of a face I never saw,

 

I do not love your wisdom or your grace,

 

I do not love you, do not love that face,

 

That might, have linked in other days,

 

Been pursued in other dreams,

 

Even to forgo the Now’s Reality,

 

NO!

 

I do not love the way you think,

 

Like some old wizard sage of old,

 

I do not love the way you show your love,

 

To all close in your hold,

 

I do not dream of you or wish

 

Things were not the same,

 

I do not love you; will not play you like a game,

 

I do not love the way you make my heart smile

 

I do not ‘love’ you at all…

 

……I LOVE YOU!