because Iwant
holding, I lack it:
I can never haveenough,
its truththat matters
because your arms
have reached
all around me
Andif around, then in
and through, armscan
yet,you know exact pressures
that mean love.
my body thenis incomprehensible.
you know it because love
keepsus longer than lust.
Mere repetition islove for those
who surrender to it, who foliate
loveskins and then replenishes
the formsof love within
echoing down throughout
the shudder of then, follows
as your voice calls quit
your heavings, time...timefor
bed, really together
and that’s when lovematters.