Let Me

Nothing would please me more
than for you to let me touch you,
love you, be yours.

Nothing is more inviting
than your lying naked
on my bed
and my being able to taste
your delicate morsel.

Nothing is more important
than being with you
in the morning the days
that break in the east
and set in the west.

Each and every night
I think of you
and the distance between us
and how if only,
oh my God if only,
and then I dream of being
so close
that we meld into each other
and live our existence
as a single beam of light
displaying itself across the galaxy.

You are my sprinkle of light,
my unifying force,
my lesson and my complement.

Just pass the time here
and write with me
and tell me what you want to hear
and I will tell you everything;
for in the endless stream of time,
if there were time and space enough,
I would tell you every poem,
every thought, every motion,
every need, every desire,
and in the end I would be the breath
within the breast
that beats around the heart
I long to hold.

Let me be the thought you hold so dear
that when you wake in deepest night
and touch your light until you melt into the sky,
the last thin wisp of consciousness
you have in sight is me
with you in bliss,
a wet thin wave
of sighing excellence and rain.

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