falling down again
the air between us slides slowly
sinuously, dancing. I take Your
invisible face, cupped silently between my hands
You do not fear to look at me. Tasting Your
voice, silent screams rapturous
holy and wise, forever frozen
in Your grasp, a timeless perfect moment
gazed upon by the eyes of lecherous men and innocents.
I am formed, warp and weft of You,
Your tongue spins silently my fate.
I cannot not move from this place of longing,
of this sweet peach death within.

NEL 7/05