so i shall

degrees of pressure
and the velocity of action 
with everything in perfect measure. 
you measure perfectly. 
and your touch,
that soft, soft thing you do,
that slow, soft thing you do--
pendulum swing swing back loop, looping orbit,
orbit
orbit around you--
is the reason.

the soft touch,
the suggestion
the pause
the articulation of godly things
in the opening
and closing of space
between one
and the other. 
the embrace,
the fine-tuned meditation
of the palpable vibrations of the other.
the suggestion and open ended sentences,
the ellipses...
the commas, and run-on, run-on, run-ons

tell me of your past
and your dreams for the future
write it on my skin
use different colors
and please mix up your metaphors.
i come for the images, the lights and shadows
the depths and shallows of your being
a bluesy roll, a tete a tete
that's what i'm getting at
a meeting of the minds as well as the
finger tips and toes and legs and torsos.

i want to study the grain of you
each grain
each wave
i want time
to contemplate the weight of you
and when it's impossible to pen
i want to lay with you in dumbstruck bliss.