Your World to Mine

A feeling of I’m the mystery yet

I drop a coin into the well of you

And only sometimes hear it clink

Well. to you as well as me

I let you see what you want to see

The rest I keep to be

Slowly shaken out into the daylight, coins rolling over this pitted pavement

Drawing out the seconds of sunlight, or star studded night…

Gently knocking into your… waiting watchful

And. You count, your fingers rise and fall to the mysteries unraveling – spiraling open to flare then sink and settling expose pink, fleshy core

Dancing girls tumbling from their silken doors

Head and oh, heels until

They lay in splendor or disgrace, naked, real, for your tasting

And you… lick, ponder, along them slowly… rise to the surface

Mulling the lingering flavor, internalizing … this.

I watch for a wrinkle of disgust or… (sigh, delight) That bubbling joy

Striking brilliant

From clouds so dark I am foggy to think of them

Whisper you fear ‘this you read’

One of some/many/those things I brush upon of you behind that fluid shield of desire.

Oh, and maps of the brilliant, inspiring kind – where I

Say

Baby, your world to mine,

Sealed… with cracks only to be found in the dynamic of our crusts sliding past one another’s

I want your hand to be so tight to my folds it molds them

To fit like

That’s where they were born to be, and be…

But I fear that slinking, creeping

Suspicion of the grayest kind

Of what if and

what for and

who could know

Nobody

Only the lost or

The seeking

Soulful

Soul-bound. So. Yet?

I ask the questions

Are you mine? Am I yours?

Am I mine?

Are you yours?

Please, seek me on the plane of what once was, what is, what will… for…

Ever kiss me but baby, always I plead, thrill to yourself

You know. Run. if you need the air to surround you only

But I desire you/sync to me

While here

Your heart strung and tuned, sweeter than the sweetest guitar, plays to my deepest melody…

In your own shock -of shock- do you face the undeniable?

Wrap me in this fire

Knowing I will not burn

This frame I look through is etched in your

Warmth, enveloped and gently embraced

And it reads, softly

Your world to mine, to yours.

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