I cannot tell you about the pain
I cannot tell you about the pleasure
I cannot tell you how
my heart pumps furiously,
tearing through my ribs,
breaking my bones,
trying to join yours
and become a whole.
I cannot tell you of my eyes
which fill up
not with water- but blood,
dripping down slow
its gonna flood.
I cannot tell you of my hands
which tremble at the sight of yours
as my left clamps against my right
stopping it to reach to yours.
I cannot tell you about the pain
I cannot tell you about the pleasure
at the look of your hand twirled around hers,
at your fingers dancing around hers.