Existence Poem by Hershe Moore

I wanna go to the place where lovers go...
Where butterflies rest easy on summer peaches,
beyond existence your hand reaches...
you touched me,
Held me in a moment which stands still in time
Let's be in this moment
Your hand in mines
I find a place to place my tears,
a way to face my fears...
Here...
We're so near to our perfection yet not far from away
Still destined to reach one another,
seek eachother,
I came to stay, I'll wait for you

I wanna do the things that lovers do...
Confine myself, immerse within you
Nurse your pain to nonexistence
Rehearse your name
gain entrance to your domain,
explain my coming,
I came...
Dressed in only my flesh may I undress for you?
Place your fingertips upon my hips
Connect as one yet we're combined as two,
Subject myself to the voodoo you do
You've conjured up the woman in me who was injured,
yet within your embrace she's whole
Unto you I give my body so we may mold
What's to be the greatest love story ever told...

I wanna go to a place where lovers go and see what they do
Yet I can't get there
So I'll wait for you!