Churning as a gray river
That once stole my black shorts
Leaving by bottom flesh naked
Holding, suspended to a red rope
Terrified- the black power
Of that white current
Wanting out, yet
Mortified- the full bearing
Climbing out
Would induce
The colors of
My greatest hope
And deepest fear
Swirling, mixing
Two colors of paint
With a stick
I hear my own voice
Inside my head
Saying these things
I want to hear
From your lips only
Washing over me
Pouring, dousing
Like hot water
Instantly warming
And quenching
The deepest want
My ears hunger
Pulsing, surging, tingling
Heart craving, suspended
On a golden thread
I seek deep in your blue eyes
The secret
What it takes to urge
Intimate words
From your lips
Into my ears
