Did you feel my arms around you tight,
my breath warm against your cheek?
I held you close, John, I held you so close
that only our heartbeats and the mingling scent
of skin would fit between us.
I drink in your nakedness, feel your heat
and passionate intent pressing hard against me.
As you find the depth of me, I become a willing slave
in the lovely darkness. My impaler, my lover,
I ache to taste desire on your lips.
The measure of space & time creates an echo,
a haunting distance between us,
yet when I gaze upon forbidden horizons
Iím sure that some wanton godess dipped her brush
upon an amatory palette and painted us both
You touched my soul
long before you touched my body.
I can't help but feel, across aphotic oceans
and caliginous fields, you will take me,
beautiful as any harlot, nude and shivering and paid for.