©carol voccia 2010
In the junction of our voices sharing
I stand there pooling at your freshness
Your skin slowly peeked from hiding
Behind your shirt unaware of my gaze
A longing
Portend of soft spot protruding
Fleshed in your girth covered with your fur
Softly yielding as I imagined and remembered you
Projecting in the middle of dancing words
No longer paying attention
Holding my thought in transference
My hand gently
Upward slides to uncover
Your man skin
Your chest plane
Your heart covered
Human cap over sweet emotion
You smile within your song unaware
Of my glacier melting eyes desiring
A teasing touch
