I am stirred

I am stirred

I wasn't sure
whether or not I actually I saw you,
but regardless of the reality before my eyes
I saw you,
and the thought brought comfort
to an aching heart

And then contact was made!
And even I felt ashamed, knowing this long that my energy
Can be readjusted with a single pulse and
Dear God
Your lips want to be worshipped...

So that when you fix your gaze
on my mouth and move in I can't help but think
I might need to explain how I taste

And then the embrace and within
the first few seconds of recognition
I already don't want to let go forever.
Don't go.

So instead, I break to maintain the lie of friendship
(but I want to make love to your body and your soul)
And I ask what you are doing,
when really what I am saying is
"how can I make sure that you always look at me like that...?"

So when you move to reunite
my right hand dies to caress the smoothes
and grooves of the contours of you…
I am stirred

I am stirred
By your presence, your energy
your laughter, your tears, your being
your body, your dress, you lips your eyes
your light and your life
I am stirred.