Awareness makes my eyes believe
That she is actually clothed
She’s not! My bones and cells know this.
She’s naked! It’s a fact.
She is burning me. She is doing nothing.
I am awed with deep respect.
to die now,
to be wind
And become her next breath.
A poem from “The Integrity of Erotic Poetry” collection & series (Unpublished Work)
Submitted for publication to “In The Moment”:http://www.redbubble.com/groups/in-the-moment Group