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?
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