Parched I am, for your touch

Famished I am, for your mouth

Your celestial holy nectar

Sometimes feels afar

Like the colours of the morning sky

You perpetually unravel

Revealing your pure full well

As I bask in your rising shell



You peel off the rotten layers

You excavate the pungent odour

From the hard, sturdy shell

You allow me to be my vulnerable self

You show me your endless well

Plunging through the eye of the earth

Going through the core of our birth



With a steady satin hand

With a mouthful of golden sand

You hold me close

You undo my clothes

As we stand in light

With you, I can never fight

The escalating feelings are enormous

It consumes me, giving off shudders



With our minds in contact

With our vessels intact

The language of the mind

Is only what we use and find

You think and I feel

The barriers have been peeled

Now there is only mind contact

The joyful way for us to be intact


~EG~