Talk Dirty

You're asking me
to talk dirty
to you
when everything
I want
is what I want.

Every sense
of being
purely loving
right and honest,
real and wholesome,
indulgent and inviting,
between you
here and
in you there
and tangled up
so closely
neither one
of us
together
makes another.

I'm so very nearly there
and holding just so tightly
that to breathe
is everything it takes
to just knock me
to my knees.

I worship
at the grotto
of your great
and mossy night
and take you in
and fully love
your orphic ladle
of delight.

And then I want you
to have it all the way
to talk to me
and tell me
that you want me
as you coyly say
my name
into the vacuum
of the deepest inner space.

It's not dirty
if all you have
is just a trace
of being lovely
and letting all and every fall
profoundly
to the ground,
for nothing satisfies me
as those evenings
in the round.

So, it's not dirty
if you like it that way.

runningturtle87