Yes, I admit
I love the living
flesh
of you
how it
shapes itself
into breasts
& other
delicious
bits of you*
I love you
down to the bone
kiss your radius
a clavicle
(the other clavicle)
cupping your patella
I stroke at first your left
and then your right femur.
I love
(when I enter you)
how you tense
your metacarpal arch.
I love you down
to your very last strand of
DNA
this the very
essence
of you & who
you are.
I love you down
to the very soul of you
the young & old
of you
the who you’re
going to be
the who you always are.
I love the very fact
that you exist
& are here
present
in this
kiss.
*To go into these at this time would only impede & hold up
the flow of the poem so you will have to use your imagination or just guess...I guess!
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This started with a kiss…the playful kiss of lovers delighting in the least detail of each other…from an eyelid to the hair on a head.
“Kiss my eyebrow…kiss my other eyebrow…which eyebrow do you like most? The…eh…left? The left…oh(pout) …what’s wrong with the right? Nothing…nothing...on another night it might just well have been the right! Kiss my eyelids … kiss my clit...kiss my metacarpal arch...kiss my bones...kiss my soul...kiss my...etc., etc., etc., ”
and so on and so on and so forth...in the playful intimacy of loving
...what lovers do being silly in an ecstasy of each other!
It may seem stupid after (or from afar) but at the time it blows the mind and mixes sex with love with lust with laughter…always...a potent mixture! A heady brew of the me and you of it all.
Oh! I can’t explain you would have had to have…been there!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An unique bard of love on this side, Donall. This is you! I like the essential formula in these stanzas: 'I love you down to the very soul of you the young & old of you'...