there is something wet
and warm
inside you
an energy
like a water snake
like an eel
an angel demon
the culmination
of the physical
the spiritual
the romantic
it is a flow
of fruit juices
flavors
loosely held
precisely spiced
savored
there is a taste of you
in the air about me
there is a grace of you
in the eye of your idea
there is a stretch of you
in the road of history
in the land of ancestry
in the data
the dna of tomorrow
in the circuitry of heaven
there is the ink of you
on the celestial parchment
of my mind
your puppet strings
upon the cosmic comedy
of my pen
your beauty’s whip
upon my heart
leaves a scar that fools call art.
your soft gaze
preys upon my praise.
While I pray.