My body stares at yours and dreams of friction.
It wants to pave you like a country road
And fill its veins with you like an addiction
And leave a crater when we both explode.
My soul considers you and dreams of fusion
Of mind to mind, of inner heart to heart—
A shared path from the dead end of seclusion—
For each one is the other’s missing part.
And everything our body parts can do
To consummate the passion that we feel
In some hot wild ecstatic rendezvous
Is nothing next to what our souls can feel
When they, transcending flesh and its disguise,
Caress the truth beneath each other’s eyes.
Copyright 2015 Matthew J Wells