i'm tracing your sensitivity,

your secrecy with my finger...

the folds of a flower that continually

spread new color.

your duplicitous flare.

the buzzing ghosts of bees,

dying mid-nectar.

your super intelligent eyes

following my mind till i lose it...

only to grow another one.

deeper than your walls, deeper

than your layers...to the chamber

of your repose.

burning sandalwood and a flood

of moon, settling down on

your bed.

as with the weight of strong hands

slowly working their way toward you.

you're choking back the tears, you feel

fully exposed.

you can't and won't gather yourself

for the oncoming ecstasy.