My Feminine Healer Poem by Leon Gakuo

She walks in
I sit up
Her lips thick, her thighs soft
I see her before she sees me
Like lights, her eyes
And me, a sea of darkness
She sits beside me
And takes my hand
And with it my soul

Her sweet perfume,
Wafts to my nose
Ensnaring my mind in thoughts of times gone by
And an inexplicable sadness of lovers lost

The music of her words,
Rhythmic in its execution
Opens my darkness
And stares into me with its' light

I feel helpless
Distanced from the sanity, the walls I put up allow me
Distanced from the reclusive comfort of my impenetrability
I gather whorls of my own skin around me
Skin to cover me
But there are openings that even skin cannot cover
And now I lie impaled on the stake of her whims
Wondering if it may tempt her to destroy my sanctuaries

She reaches inside
Her warm hands grasping
Her long, slender, ebony fingers feeling
Feeling for my vulnerabilities
My vulnerabilities sink deeper
Fearing the light
But her fingers long
Reach every part of my insides
Her fingers know how to search and know how to find
In the darkest most innocent part of me
I feel her fingers scratching
And with newfound abandon
Abandon founded on the desire for freedom
Freedom from the depths, that my insecurities and inadequacies submerge me in
I open wide that she may enter my depths

Suddenly she holds in her hands, my vulnerabilities
They are small, damp and stay shivering in her hands
Shivering from long years of no light
And staying hidden in deep sanctuaries
My helpless self watches her as she illumes them
And they illume with her
I feel their weight escape me
And my energies renewed.