Gentle Man Poem by Mari Martin

Like a spring rain, he surrounds me.
His touch light as the soft breezes
that carry the drops of water
making them flow in the air as if dancing.

The voice whispering to me is a melody
filling my mind with an unforgetable song.
Eyes that seek truth search deeply in mine
finding the essence of me that opens to him
like a rose in first bloom.

His carress the touch of the sun.
His kiss as natural as the Earth.
With such tenderness he explores my body
releasing the fires of a secret passion
that has been waiting for him.

Entreating desires echo in my mind.
A voice like deep water flowing throuth me
asks me that which I now give freely.

Here, into the depths of my soul
does he come.
One man of gentleness and, yet, another of fire.
Mirror images I see within him
as I surrender to his completeness of me.