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Vardry Spencer

How Could I Have Known

I look at you--in your eyes--and see pure love
reaching for me, pulling me closer, inside to the
center of the white hot flame. I am consumed.
The body of the man grows rigid, making weak,
surprised sounds, caught off-guard by feelings
too much alive. Touch my hands and my eyes,
that I may know this is no dream flung down
from above.

How could I have known the meaning of your
lips on mine, your searing touch, the smell of
woman clean and primal? For I was only half
alive before. How could I have thought my
life complete? But to wander in the darkness
thinking it is light is the destiny of those who
know not love.

It is both love and lust made friends this night.
And we shall be as one; the wall torn down
between the outer skin and mind and soul. So
hold me now and let us rock the moon. Let the
feelings of our bodies sing out loud. And let our
motions shake the trees and grass and earth. Let
us fling wide all the doors of passion; merging,
mixing, shouting, screaming, mind and body blown
away by mad feelings--blinding light.

And then our weakened senses glide slowly
downward smooth as silk, and love glows softly
as we look into each other's eyes feeling safe,
and known and loved without one word to tell
us that it's so.

How could I have known the meaning of your love,
your lips, your smile? Yet the heart knew long before
the mind. And so, the circle is complete, the soul at
rest, the heart relaxed amidst the cool of a midnight
summer's breeze.