Take me....Deep inside you to your sacred place before words are spoke in to poetry.
Take me...To your temple, your sacred place in the silent moments before your prayer.
Take me...To your aching desire, your sacred place to the gasp of air
Take me...My sacred lover, to the edge of our sensual garden, basking in pure divine light of love

And only when you touch the right hands that you feel all the beauty of your body.
More than looking at your hands you learn to listen to them, to translate them, as they move, talk, silence, nothing is done.

And what a love it is.
Love that wraps
And twists every reason.
Love that inebriates and clouds
Finally
That brain accountant
With his game
Of giving and having.

'No, I don't miss you ..
not in a way that one is missed.
But I think of you,
sometimes ..
In the way that one might think
of the summer sunshine
on a winter night ...'
#missing-someone

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