First Bodies

Time passes by slowly
And so are we,
Coming into one another
Out
Exchanging roles, trading faces.


I look into your eyes
And see my own reflections.
The naked truth, revealed,
You penetrate and search it inwardly,
I spill it out into the open.

Minds struggling
To bring the fantasy into realization,
Bodies struggling to grasp a hold of the other,
Like two ecstatic serpents in heat,
Lust, domination, embodied in physical form.

I am you and you are me
One for all and all for one
To see.
Hold me close, ever so tight,
Let go of the morn, slip into the night
Out of our clothes, naked as nature
Creating our own image, sensual picture.

Soaring high above earthly reach,
Diving deep under the stormy beach,
Falcons aspiring to the highest climax,
Climbers mounting the excited peak,
Some positions of which one cannot speak.

Sighs, screams, moans,
Windy spirits die with groans.
The moat is invaded
From the outside,
And I, the captive, besieged from the inside,
The ports of my dwelling are now open wide.

"Cum home," I whisper, filled with content,
You gladly comply, fully bent.
Together we traveled, now returning,
Our arrival marked by the first signs of morning.

--The poem is done, and I'm undone.


Written by Sharon M., All Rights Reserved 2006