By Gala
Date: 15 January 2001
Spiritual Seduction
I had no words for it---
and always I have had words,
but tongue tied silence?
The first time fingers touched
and it was communion
and you asked me if I would touch you
and though there was nothing,
not a single promise between us
I flung myself in your arms
sought your mouth
and forbade my mind to object.
I told myself it was just that once
and ran headlong into your arms
the next time you said my name.
It grew---my god---it grew.
Your kiss was the match
your touch was tinder
and my heart flared to flame
and now you are with me,
just below my heart
wrapped tight to my soul
till I can call your spirit
as easily as I dial your number.
You hold me like something precious
look deep in my eyes
and ask me for always
and I shout the yes
from every cell of my being.
And I have no words
to capture what floats between us
not with the fragility of a soap bubble
but the enduring strength of an old soul.
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