Wednesday, 5 July 2023

Gift

 You surprise me with a gift


Presented on your knees


Your touch, reaching, means supplication


You offer to take something from me as your gift.


You offer to deliver me from my tension, my surplus, my weight,


A reprieve from urgency and impatience.


You communicate this to me as an art, a dance,


A giving of your music;


Sounds, affection and sensual movement.


In this, I find purchase in you,


Contained by you.


You watch me, feel me


Growing, knowing


That you possess me.


I am possessed.




Ecstacy, joy, bliss


Oh how I adore you


A triumphant exhultation


I surrender to you and you are proud,


The reward of love.


Angel, you have served me.


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