A Personal Reading

A Personal Reading
 
Each word  
pulls at me,  
kneeding  
and aching,  
as the meaning  
penetrates  
that inner knowing.
 
The lines  
awaken  
desire's  
understanding,  
affection,
and admiration.
 
The elements  
propose an onslaught  
of sensation.
 
And each  
memory made  
calls me  
to flesh out  
these feelings,  
 
illusion
and fantasy,  
only thinking,  
only sinking,  
only elaborating  
 
the painting  
my thoughts send,  
wet words,  
moist lips,  
and tender excursions
onto those delicates  
 
as they pass  
your unyielding  
yet yielding display.