Runaway {w.Petit Minou}

 
Without speaking, you tell me things  
that my spirit memorizes.  
 
In the brief days that I’ve known you,  
you have acquainted me with a passion,  
undiscovered through my years of bleak solitude.  
I am still a half-stranger to you, and in my  
selfish way, I intend to hold you at my side,  
that my arms may never again be empty.  
 
If you should ever run away, I will find you.  
If you take refuge in the deepest, darkest  
cave, I will seek you, not with my eyes,  
even with the smallest ray of light to aid me.  
 
not with my hands, to feel clumsily in that  
recherché obliqueness, until I grasp your  
defiant flesh; nor even with my ears, to  
detect the whispers of your movement,  
your trembling sighs.  
 
In the silence, the darkness, the depth  
of that cavern,  
I will find you with my heart.
 
Our eyes meet in the shadows -  
you with your stranger's gaze,  
and while my heartbeat races,  
there is no defiance there -  
ask and I will answer you.  
 
No more will I run from you, but instead  
draw closer, until your breath stirs against me;  
hot upon my skin so cool in the cavern's air,  
 
I can see it in your eyes - this hunger  
I know, too - like one about to devour  
its prey, but patient, passion waiting,  
wishing only to know more  
 
The time has come, and so we lay,  
skin on skin, heart to heart  
Together we become whole -  passion  
drips like morning dew upon pale thighs,  
 
my hair veils your face -  
our own private sanctuary  
as your heart    
takes possession of mine.  
 
 
(entered in the Sensual Power comp.)