Elemental

I look at you.
I want to know what it feels like to be a woman.
I want to hold you like a baby to my breast,
Suckling, elemental, instinctive.

You grab me.
I come against a wall of masculinity, caught in an embrace.
The perfect, sineous lines of your chest not quite hidden by your stretched polo shirt.
Pressed against you, I am struck dumb.
Incoherent.
Except for one thought.
One primal, elemental, gut reaction centered somewhere between my heart and my Venus apex..

Man.
Woman.

I feel the elemental pull between

Man.
Woman.

You tell me you want me,
And I fall for it hook, line, and sinker.
And I’m falling, falling to be part of a harmonious whole.
A consummation of the spirit.
A merging of souls.
A meeting of minds.
A meeting of minds.
A merging of souls.
A consummation of the spirit.

You pour over me like honey rain,
Drenching me with your ecstasy.
I breathe you in.
I take you into my heart.
I fold you into my soul.
And you move me in ways I hadn’t felt since time began.
You say “I’m warm.” sheathed in a glove of hope, desire, longing.
And lingering sensation… so lingering…

I look at your hand,
Look at your hand in mine,
But not quite steal a glance at your sleeping face
Or the rest of you.
I’m almost afraid if I stare too long,
You’ll wake up,
And the moment will be gone.

(8/26/2003)
(rev. 11-25-2008)