Drunk With Love

Your fluid gazes, like the ebb and flow of desire: You are bathing my body in your oceanic eyes… Touching and caressing, holding it with your thoughts: I feel naked, and vulnerable as a timid virgin; I feel as if I am the heroine of your fantasies… Eyes—love-making; instinctively, I lick my lips: I can taste your kiss through your eyes! I am already drunk with Love, but most sober! I swallow the fire of desire from your eyes As the circus fire-eater, to extinguish the thirst For your love. I inhale the odour of your being From your hair whirling in the wind, and I melt Like candle-wax in affection and tenderness… I rise as the sea raises her breasts with voluptuousness To drink her cold-hot nipples, to touch with palms Filled with nipples slippery through your fingers… And in retreating, living you empty-handed; With an unquenchable thirst for suckling The unformed milk of life, like a baby craving for a baby, For an extension of its being in future being… I open to you, thirsty with receiving profoundly your essence, To encapsulate the cylindrical length of your extension, And to create life from the two merged pyramids In the ecstatic dance of love, in a night Perfumed with jasmine and melody, Ruby wine and smiles, candlelight and rain, And spasmodic respiration between moist kisses, Gentle gazes, and slippery fingers along our bodies, Elongating virility in an explosion of Masculinity into Femininity…