Becoming one

 

Friday, May 15, 2015

 

I touch it with my hands

But feel it inside me

The old Beatles song

Ringing in my head,

I am you, and you are me,

and we are all together,

tied up in a know

neither of us wants

to escape from

each move drawing us closer

and more deeply bound,

a binding that breaks flesh

to get to the spirit

I cannot breathe

Or think

Only feel,

Each lingering finger

Finding space to fill

Like the tip of tongue

Easing in and out

Of the vacant space

Left by an extracted tooth,

Pressing deeper into its hold

To taste if not blood

Then something just as sweet,

Never satisfied

Always needing to go deeper

Binding tighter,

To touch more

Until we really do

Become one

 

 


Erotica menu

Main Menu


email to Al Sullivan