It’s not
your hair blown across my face
emeshing me
in your kiss
your laughter scattered to the four winds.
It’s not
your breasts
so soft & tender
pressed nakedly against my clothed chest
& then
I too undressed.
It’s not
your body
becoming mine
as I become yours
...it’s just...it’s just...
(oh I don’t know!)
words desert me as I close my eyes!
It’s not
just this bliss
I enter
...it’s just...it’s just...
just this
youness of you
...that I...that I...
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/it-s-not-3/
