When one lies at night in the arms of a ghost, <br />What can one give but tears? <br />Are there no words to speak this kind of love? <br /> <br />In the half light I wait, <br />Watching you move around the room, <br />Clothed, then slowly naked piece by piece <br />And am moved in every fibre of me. <br /> <br />Tears and blood rise as you show me, <br />(With how much deliberate carelessness?) <br />How beautiful you are. <br /> <br />How much is child or man that sees your perfect breasts, <br />Dark-nippled proud, and wants to suckle? <br />How much is child or dying man that watches your hips <br />As they sway, and thinks of birth? <br /> <br />I search for ways to tell you <br />What you must already know from mirrors <br />But no words are ever new enough <br />- As the wonder of you is new to me. <br /> <br />I understand at last what people mean <br />When they say they’re moved by beauty: <br />As I am shaken to the depths by you. <br /> <br />You walk towards me as if the earth <br />Had ceded you the right to plant each foot <br />And the stirred air forecasts your scent, <br />As you slide between the sheets beside me. <br /> <br />Your fingers trace along my scars, <br />And put me back together - such hands you have <br />That make me whole again. <br /> <br />Afterwards when I lie in your arms <br />- Tasting you in breathing your scent - <br />You touch me languidly, stay tight against me, <br />Because that’s where you want to be: <br /> <br />Then I’ve come home at last - <br />No past, no pain, no fear, no haunting: <br />Only a future to be like this. <br /> <br />Simply, only this heaven-before-death, <br />Till my dying breath’s end - <br />There is more than love, wordlessly more - <br />Je t’adore.... je t’adore.<br /><br />Roy William Gotaas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/more-than-love-5/
