Touching Herself

Grappling
with the tentacles
that surge
within my mind,
I watch
anticipating
as she smoothes
out every line.

She leans
just so
her eyes aglow
as closing
to divine
the symmetries
of mysteries
unfolding
from behind.

She warps
and mingles
wraps
and fingers
just so
as undone,
and smiling
in the mirror
of the eyes
she's surely won.

To watch her so
and see the rest
that saunters
in her eyes,
is for me the very best
that light can offer
spies.

For to see her secret thrashing
enter there and see her cashing
notes and notes and thighs
is to me to see the thunder
feel the rain
and be one with skies.

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