Meet me

when I stare at you from across the table
our eyes meet and lock
the gaze contains
all our secret desires
for one another

flashes of images
of what has been
and what will be
push electric pulsations
through you
through me

I cannot contain
what is spilling over
flooding my senses
with a dizzying array
of panting desire
that is celebrated
over and over
through out the night

long
slow
hard
wet
soft
sticky
sweet
nights

where we meet
touching
tasting
smelling
one another
lost in the breathless breath


gratefully
greedily
feeding our desires
till our bodies
are entwined and still


soft murmurs are more important
than sleep
until sleep comes
taking us to the dreaming
and the dreaming
returns us
to our true source
once again