The way you love,
warming up from the inside out,
floods your mind, up from your heart.
Didn’t know you knew yourself that well,
especially in that way.
There is the loss of defined edges
in seeing what is close around you,
glowing without any announcement,
hard to sense any distance physically from you.
Your innocent touch is simmering without contact.
You say, “it is in you” with your eyes.
You have a melting pot of worth, dripping to share.
You warm up on, any offering I make.
Separateness melts as a sense of separate beings.
You are saying, “frolic me to your satisfaction”
with just the field presence of you around me.
You coming nearer now makes no significant difference.
Fluidly, moment-to-moment, this now, is French kissing
and nothing physical appears to be happening.
Yet, the movie in my mind has leaped ahead
and follow through is all about catching up.
The physical is chasing after this emotional feel.
All of the solids as posed postures have melted.
These liquids from feelings have taken over as the blend.
Now, right now, is the swim of right now.
How can you not?
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