after loving

you're as tempting to me

as a voice in the loitering ear
as a finger within the melding folds
as a release of the theological moan
as a breath of the jubilant tear
as a quiver in the harmonic deepness
as a lure of the rushing smile
as a parting of the governing limbs
as a nuance in the presiding glance
as a kiss on the shading mouth
as a tongue on the greedy flesh
as a flitting of the consoling nipple
as a smelling of the dashing rose
as a rocking of the foraging hips

make love in the making
     find fondling in the love
inhabit the lover in the flesh
     tumble in the skin crying
mouthing the lips with a splurge
     engrossing in the man
and woman in the woman
     man in the man and
falling into a sliding
     tumble to find a following
and groping for them in the dark
     looking for the pearls in the
way your lover plays
     along the piano keys
and licking their way
     to where you inhabit the
grandness of your granting
soul

fall deep
deeper still
joust and shiver
in their arms
but be still after awhile
then find a way to
say it