Sheila Stahl

 

Passion

 

Touch me gently when we walk,

Brush against my skin.

Caress me slowly with your breath,

Whisper once again.

Will you grant me spontaneity?

May I choose the way,

To take you to a higher plane,

A plane that lights the day?

I see you now, so innocent,

And yet, you do not know,

The times I look and see you in,

That light, that basking glow.

I love the way that jewels learn,

To wear their beauty well.

The lessons that they learn from you,

I can't begin to tell.

My heart beats fast against my breast.

I know not how to hold,

The love I feel, the cherishment.

Oh, how can I be bold?

If only in another time,

You were he and I were she,

I'd wrap my long and toasted arms,

Around your silken skin.

At times I think the timing foul.

What could the spirit know,

That we should be of body same,

And, yet of heart and soul...

Lovers?

I want to tell you all I feel.

I want to be so clear.

Must not there be a simple way,

To sate my heart's true fear?

Do you know?  Oh God, you must. 

I feel so much inside.

I long to feel your body pressed,

So gently next to mine. 

Your smell, the breeze, how still it lingers,

So sweetly in the air. 

Oh, do you also stop to breathe,

The scent that now we share?

When you touch me, I explode.

My passions leave my grasp.

I trust you so. You do not know,

What depths are stored below.

My love, my sweet, oh, help me God.

How can I let this rest?

My insides torn and tearing more,

With each new breath request.

How could you make my soul this way,

If it was not okay?

I don't believe you to be cruel,

I won't believe that way.

What lesson's here?  What paths to know?

What wisdom to be found?

My thoughts, though burning,

Wrapped within a heart that knows no sound.

No sordidness, no wickedness,

No evil will you find. 

A broken, bruised, and crying heart,

Is all that's left behind.

My walls still falling,

No more to hide the pain once locked away.

An innocent, naiveté, 

I still know not the way.

Does not my openness invite, the tough to soften night by night, 

To see a cloud a fresh new way, an ocean wave, moonlight?

Does not my questioning ignite,

A passion deeply squelched by fright?

I know you find me curious,

But do you feel the heat?

Or, am I only being burned,

By my own flaming beat?

 

 

 

 

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