"thinking of you"

My mind has gone under your clothes,
where you softly and barely glow,
under the veil of what you wear

- which I can't really see,
though light filters through
to there I am,
one, two

layers deep

- skin deep - getting lost
in I'm sure not where,
but it's warm and close,
and closer and still

in a dark rosy glow, with
a rise and a fall of you.

I am least and most
in this moment, you keep
me hushed in a holy awe
of you unrevealed,

in this secret cloaked,
about us both. It is ours,
I feel.

Not wholly blind, I grope
my way disembodily on,
seeking some way in -

to embody myself
enfleshed in you
and take utter possession,
at last. Win-win?