she touches the soul of him
reads to him his mysteries
revealed with calm assurance
he is exposed and naked before her
shivering in the night air
exhaling short bursts of soul
like vapor on a winter’s night
whispers her name, softly
the sound of her makes him shudder
he tastes her rhythms, breathes her in
whispered again; a smile, slowly, forms
she sees him, as no one sees
knows his secret name
and calls him to her

he stares into her essence
rips apart her fears
like a ravaged negligee
penetrates her secrets; smiles
the shadows
separation, and she knows him
finally, clearly, available for inspection
shows his secret places
so they can dance in them together
she is known, finally known
and his smile, slowly
melts her to his arms


7 Replies to “they”

  1. really nice and emotional… you’ve written it with your heart’s pen… my very best, tons of inspiration and friendly greetings from Toulouse, France, “old Europe”… cheers! 🙂 Mélanie

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