I pore over the pages <br />Slowly - very slowly - <br />Savoring the taste of the words in my mouth. <br /> <br />I do this privately, <br /> <br />Nurturing this secret relationship religiously. <br /> <br />I can hold only the words, <br />Masterful, pure art, <br />Stripping life, love, lust, and my soul bare. <br /> <br />I want every syllable, <br />Perfectly placed, <br />Filling me until I must spill over or die. <br /> <br />I feel in every cell the phrases, <br />Carefully chosen, measured, <br />Resonating in my being like a cello. <br /> <br />I can not touch the man, <br />Elusive, out of time and place, <br />Holding my heart and breath in his hands. <br /> <br />So I kiss the sacred words, <br />Slowly, deeply, incalzando, <br />Taking them inside the space I long for him to fill.<br /><br />Lee Ann Schaffer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sacrament/
