Songs of Sexual Intimacy

Beauty

What cannot be named,

Will go the same,

Down the path, of

all-Forgotten.

So in who’s, black hair,

I writhe, and dare.

This I have not forgotten:

You are not,

And simply not,

Although it’s taken time,

time, and tears:

mine.

-Intimacy-

I can look into jewel-y eyes,

daring not to claim.

I can be delicate,

I can be calm.

I can admire,

Without a need, ha, to tame.

And you will love,

And do the same.

-With your Art-

I see your fire --

I am a cave,

And cannot be burned:

But I will reflect your name!

For eyes are Keen,

To show the heart,

Though a shield, of hatred,

Drawn and raised.

I am stream,

So, I move, with your art.

-I would like to dedicate these songs, to Lisa, whom showed me the mad strength, of this heart. And courage, to be. -

Lisa, you’re spirit is a clear river,

Your soul is a dark forest,

Your sexuality is a fire, that burns me,

Cauterizes my wounds,

Your smile:

Gives me breath of winter air.

You touch me, and open up a well-within me,

I didn’t even know was there.