The Mystery of You

 

Mystery,

How clearly I see you.

A figure, a face so clear in my mind

                That I might be looking

                At a picture of you.

 

Yet, something eludes me.

 

Your hair has passed through my fingers

                And I have felt

                Its texture.

 

Your skin has touched with mine

                And I have felt

                Its warmth.

 

Your desire has shared the spaces within me

                And I have felt

                Your heat.

 

                I have heard

                                Your words.

                I have tasted

                                Your flesh.

 

What is it that eludes me?

 

Mystery,

Shed your cloak and

Stand naked before me.

 

Share with me

                That which is important to you.

 

Share with me

                That which distresses you.

 

Share with me

                The mystery which

                Belies the depth of you.                              

                                                                                                         

 

B. Benjamin 

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