Inky Drips

I read water
 Like inky drips
 Telling tales
 On foreign lips
 Reflective skin
 A page of white
 Sleeping now
 Before the night
 This is how we get closer
 Two wanting bodies bound
 By mystery that pulls us
 Over all that holds us down
 And leaves us heaving
 And keeps us meeting
 At the source of the pleasure
 We have found
 Eyes held tightly
 Underneath
 Waiting for
 The next release
 Wanting burns
 Into my flesh
 Pulls me out
 Of selfishness
 This is how we get closer
 Two wanting bodies bound
 By mystery that pulls us
 Over all that holds us down
 And leaves us heaving
 And keeps us meeting
 At the source of the pleasure
 We have found
 Passion moves
 Like molten sweat
 Washing us
 In silhouettes
 Reshaping
 Of our awkwardness
 Into sacred
 Experience
 This is how we get closer
 Two wanting bodies bound
 By mystery that pulls us
 Over all that holds us down
 And leaves us heaving
 And keeps us meeting
 At the source of the pleasure
 We have found