When Words Are Not Enough
If only I had a lexicon so long,
that could find the words to adequately explain
what I need from you;
— how you can play in the clay, making my desires birth desires
Those places undersubscribed,
the sensual not the sexual — one is dimes a dozen, other’s not.
An engagement of the senses, all six —
lighting fires, burning sounds and smells, Taking me to places through tastes and tongues.
Exploding into spiritual,
setting burning chakras ablaze,
lit in goddess energy,
alive for days. If only I could find the words,
to separate, help explicate,
the subtle nuances of the knowing, and
how to differentiate.
Words fail so I fail,
Lost forever in letters, tossing and tumbling in an emptiness
Crisp sheets, one retreat
Just the tip of the flame, you greet.
those that dig deeper,
— to the brim
cascading down into waterfalls of sated desires.