Artistry
Weaving a tapestry
from the fibre of myself
full of color, texture,
for you to wrap yourself in
and be warmed, cradled, and
caressed; my hands trace...
Wanting to embrace you
a need - unfulfilled in flesh -
wholly, entirely,
every inch, skin-to-skin
knowing all of you:
essence, existence...
Waiting, to feel the trembling
of my being, my heart -
not as it may break, but
as passion grows -
sultry and demanding
I will not try to cool this heat...
Precipitating torrents
which drown my muted sighs
as I wake to dream again -
no mere thoughts, this desire;
ideas, souvenirs collected
out of moments, rapt in sleep...
My reward: my humility
in realizing I shall not know
so much of you, so little
of me, with you -
No tarnshed pride worn here
in this hall of never, never...
KECline / 1995