A canvas as smooth as silk <br />beneath my fingertips: <br />You sit and so unknowingly <br />contribute <br />to the fire of wanting in my brain. <br />You let me paint you. <br />And as I touch brush <br />to skin <br />I feel alive with desire. <br />How could you know <br />that touching you <br />-nay, simply being near you- <br />sparks the kindling of my heart? <br />That drum held captive <br />in my ribcage <br />Pounds out a steady rhythm <br />like Africa <br />where all things are wild <br />and free. <br />Sensual. <br />My hands shake as I hold your hand; <br />Cup your chin <br />to hold your face still, <br />Even though it is I who quivers <br />as the longing races through me. <br />I never want the moment to end. <br />I would paint you <br />forever <br />so long as I could touch you. <br />Be beside you. <br />Close. <br />And make a ritual <br />of loving you.<br /><br />clay perry<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/canvas-7/
