The Touch of Skin

Morning essence and shimmering pathways
Light the road to that existence
The realm where all is complete
The orchard of both beginning and end
Here, as we touch on occasion,
And glimpse the fruit of tomorrow
The yearning rests unknowing
Fulfilling that potential
.

It is not that passion for life can never be fulfilled
And nor that total love cannot be realized.
Yet I would not try to reach it
For fear that in the grasping it would disappear
It will find us in the end of its own accord
By some word, some glance, some smile
In the meanwhile let our caresses be the joy of that mystery
The touch of skin
.

I will not gratify you in some moment of weakness
Nor will I shame you in your desire
Too precious is that moment of consummation
Too complete is its value
Let our passion be as the love of gods
Pure and untold virtue of the universe
I will not satisfy you in the fire of a moment
But in the light of years
.