#43. The Green Stone

October 8, 2009

The Green Stone

As I look

at the stone
I have purchased

trying to make out
the lurky shape

that lives within
I sense the questing

that dwells beneath
that shy and tender

smooth and glowing
skin that covers

your within.

These are new

these tools
I use

to caress you
but unlike a relief

I do not chip
at your surface

but at my own
to bring forth

clear the dust
and find the depth

of the us in we.

Of the senses

we use our touch
which was somehow

lost like green stone
beneath the earth

new born
on each others’ skin

I feel your breast rise
to my hand and tongue

and yours against
mine a soft rasp

I gasp to know more.

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