CARESSING

Caressing and sex is all that we know
For minds are all bloody and that is not attractive

Love me with your body, I'll do the same
Give me your body, not that deranged type of give and take that gets us no where but twenty dollars poorer for a lousy bottle of wine and a movie that I didn't watch because my eyes betrayed the fact that when I am around you all I can do is let my senses absorb all that you emit into this world, this world that is nothing compared to the ten cubic feet that you take up of it

Love me with your body, I'll say it again.
Let my body love you?  How can I stop it?

Stand still for a second, let me look into you slowly.
I examine your hand, your loose lock of hair that hangs not two inches from those beautiful eyes that pry into my skull looking for a place to make a home and seem to not realize that that home has been built, built by those hands and that lock of hair and the brilliance of the way that I feel when I imagine that you are here when you are not.

Bring me your body, and with it those eyes.
They pierce and pry but unearth value

Those eyes , those eyes, so deep do they look.
Like small little worlds that have all their focus on me and that show your emotions like little storm fronts or high preasure systems that my body feels also and that I want my body to feel so that we may experience all this and more and so that these two little worlds can become my new home, and so I can live dangerously close to your bloody mind which I find I love more and more.

Hearts were once bloody, you say with a smile.
I do say, my dear, that is definitely true.

Hearts were once bloody
They were bloody and beautiful and some one noticed and made then a distinct shape and drew them with pink ink and made valentines and little rubber ink stamps so all the little girls could put them on their hands and dream of this so very beautiful thing called love.

Hearts used to be bloody, minds did too
I used to be one, now I try one with you