These eyes see in the dark <br />but Picasso-like they only see fleeting images of you <br />in our soft-lensed youth. <br /> <br />These hands touch <br />in you the essence of my best years and yours; <br />memory caresses us <br />and its power keeps us as we were in the old photos <br />youth reveling in velvet arms. <br /> <br />You are so well known to me <br />yet still a mystery <br />and I have never known how <br />you do that. <br /> <br />You're the path <br />given me <br />to grow beyond myself <br />to experience <br />breathless dollops where the soul melds <br />the sexual and the spiritual <br />where liberating excesses <br />kiss shuddering restrain <br />and then release. <br /> <br />We have together made the road we've traveled <br />with bed room eyes, intense desires <br />and summer nights <br />as we wrapped ourselves <br />around ourselves <br />melding <br />most times <br />gentle appreciation <br />and trembling <br />tremblings.<br /><br />Lonnie Hicks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/melding-3/
