Held

Waking in a cave
blooming to light from a hole above
warm, naked, waiting...
the eye comes
gazing at me
seeing all
blinking as i stretch to peer back
i cannot get into that eye.
Then lips
whispering lust
breathing heat
warming, melting
pushing passions
me on tiptoe
reaching to touch the lips - no response
kissing them softly, kissing them hard - they laugh
biting at them, fighting to broaden my view - tasting nothing
touching myself, tracing my essence over the lips,
priming them with my own passion - only mine shines on them
cupped in Your hands
resting on my haunches
waiting to learn what holds me,
or waiting to be let go.

--April 98