How Deep Can I Touch You
I can graze you----immersed in your scent
go further than typical skin and bone
further than these words that mouth
a scenery within your ego.
I can sketch your face
from reflection with
the tip of my finger.
Every square inch
of your cheek, from eyebrows to nose
this is deeper than my thoughts
and further than either
of our memories go.
I can drown within your husky voice
and submerge into my pillows’
fantasies laden of you
murmuring energetic gentleness
of aphrodisiac transgression
but to me it is not weakness
to hunger for you.
I can want you more than a kiss
in an undomesticated downpour
and lust for your caress
to titillate my body
with insatiability.
I can touch you with my thoughts
and thirst for all I starve for
even put to words my dreams
and pray you see them
some day.
