When we meet, let me not know.
Let me explore you with closed eyes.
Dissolve in my senses
like the smell of fervent coal in village food.
Find me a secret cove on a river.
Tell me tales of pebbles
as they roll under these flowing waters
gently scrapping moss from each other.
Of leaves connecting in hush
on the surface and then traveling together
Bathe with me there.
Offer me your back to rub with my inspired soul;
Lather me in you heart's effervesce.
There, where soft nets of light
touches upon our skin but does not snare...
In that warm birthing pool
let us deliver - our words...