We try to talk about many things <br />Petty and not so vulgar <br />We try to overwhelm ourselves <br />With so much words as I choose <br />What to put to make you marvel <br />And you pretend you marvel <br />That I make sense, but in truth <br />That is not the point of this meeting <br />Of two souls, it is the meeting of bodies <br />Of two bodies, needing each other’s warmth <br />And wrath, as I tell you about something <br />Interesting, you know that I am just <br />Pretending, my eyes are looking at every <br />Corner of your skin, the tip of your fingers <br />Wanting to touch me, too, <br />The softness of your body, the lines in <br />Your curvatures, swaying towards <br />My lips, I stop, I kneel before your <br />Gentleness, as you close your eyes <br />As you hold my hair, as you caress <br />My neck, my arms, my chest and you <br />Have sympathies for my gentleness <br />My humiliation, you ask me with the <br />Signal of your hands, and eyes, and <br />Lips that I rise up <br /> <br />To kiss you, it is all about it, and <br />We have no chance saying words <br />Again, we breathe each other’s longings <br />We fill our mutual emptiness, like we <br />Are all cups now filled with air.<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-is-it-all-about-2/
