2005
I Know…
I know what She sounds like
in the dark
when the final vestiges of
her contained
sweatsexcumtouchkiss
veil of existence
burns from her throat
like sun-rays
obliterating morning dew-
both become incarnations
of life and living and being alive…
Her breathing and lustful tears -
incantations of baptismal understanding
in what it means to be
a woman being loved by a woman
her-woman being loved by me-woman
and all I can do is
stroke her back down to me,
talk her back down from
the breath of God
to me…
and be heartbroken
for the love that She’s not had
for this long
before me
the ones who left her
trampled on
my Bella
sweet, sweet Bella…
I know…
… I know that I want to
kiss you,
so before
doesn’t begin to matter
I want to hold the light above us
so tomorrow
doesn’t begin to be
as important
as right now
with me touching you
and loving you
while whispering tear-filled
messages to the neglected
parts
(outer thigh
lower side of your back
between your shoulder blades
behind your knees
firm calves)
of your body
on how thankful
so thankful
you’ve made me
for the chance to love you
love you like you’ve allowed me to
…my bella…
… I know.
© 2005 Sandra JP
