Inky Drips

I read water
Like inky drips
Telling tales
On foreign lips
Reflective skin
A page of white
Sleeping now
Before the night
This is how we get closer
Two wanting bodies bound
By mystery that pulls us
Over all that holds us down
And leaves us heaving
And keeps us meeting
At the source of the pleasure
We have found
Eyes held tightly
Underneath
Waiting for
The next release
Wanting burns
Into my flesh
Pulls me out
Of selfishness
This is how we get closer
Two wanting bodies bound
By mystery that pulls us
Over all that holds us down
And leaves us heaving
And keeps us meeting
At the source of the pleasure
We have found
Passion moves
Like molten sweat
Washing us
In silhouettes
Reshaping
Of our awkwardness
Into sacred
Experience
This is how we get closer
Two wanting bodies bound
By mystery that pulls us
Over all that holds us down
And leaves us heaving
And keeps us meeting
At the source of the pleasure
We have found