Tuesday, November 30, 2010

The fear of your touch

I know it would be magical
I knew it would inflame me
from the blue sky to the invisibility
I knew the reason for the fear of your touch

I knew the oceans it would travel
where i could walk through the water
I knew the burn of fire
where the flames would seem as velvet touch

i knew the fantasies where it would pull me
where i could be the queen of the queens
i knew the lands i would travel
where i would be the slave of your soul

i knew the gardens it would take me
where the fragrance never left me
i knew the odor that would remain
which reminded me of your touch

i knew the whispers i would hear
the words unsaid made clear
i knew i would hear the talks
unknown to your and my thoughts

the reason was everywhere
and i knew it too
the fear of your touch
yet it pulled me through
the resistance was heard and sweetly denied
saying what have you lived
if not been hurt in the passion divine.