Loving You
soft as old silk
I tread in this room
wary of space
that between us flows
you know me
as fish knows fish in tide-
no more you know
I could mark you through to the bone-
no touch
you'd own
so gently I walk
around the space
enclosing you
soft as silk
loving you
Women
women
lie open
as green meadows
to the urgent flood
compassion
for the erect member
and hand trembling
over shoulders
gazing
at different wallpapers
compassionate
and lonely
as the travelling moon
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