Monday, January 29, 2007


Let others talk of scripture
we write our own.
I trace myself over
Your untraceable body
feeling each curve and cleft
every sensual curl
of Your secret revelations.

I fold within You
but inwards or outwards
are meaningless
when all there is, is the folding.
The taste of You
blushing into forms
that only love can see.

There is no doubt
who is here.
You lead me into You
to a place where I am a thought,
an idea you undress

and then wear
as Yourself.