Your Sex

Those hands, powerful and mighty and yours,
Bound emasculated wept in knotted silk duress
Long to reach out, clasp and claim the dream
Of those smooth white lines, hairless and supposedly
Beautiful. But you are caught, forever seperate from
Exquisite agony.

I wish for you to revel in violent laughter
Sexual and mine, so we will get high from each other
Intensity magnified like burning light spot under the glass
Burning so hot that the world is melting and
I am tiptoeing on molten desire.

Maybe we are a little love a little lust and a little lost
But caution doesn't care when scalding soft skin
Is under rosy red fingertips, finding you there and
Ballerina lips playing note after note after note to wring
From deep inside the core of you that chord of joy
That rumbles from the centre of being which is so private so yours,
Where not even I can go.

With a kind of gentle resentment I loathe this
Sex of yours, your sex always that I cannot join
In blinding intimate pleasure- the beast that steals you
From me heart and soul. This is what I am after, what I claw for
Yet can never reach, ruined in halted moment of cliff top climax,
Hated in silent brutal fear of disappointment.



Music- Bon Iver- For Emma.

xxx