My Lord,
I know you in language,
not
by your fingertips,
or your tongue,
or your eyes,
or your voice,
or heavy petting,
or lip smacking.
I do not know the scent of your release,
or the heaviness of your desire,
or the longing in your sighs,
or the length of your reach.
I do not know your grip,
your push,
your gasp for a breath,
your touch,
your taste,
your hunger.
My Lord,
I know you in vocabulary,
in depiction.
I know you in daydream
where
I have felt your limit,
where I have forfeited myself
in the aroma
of your pleasure,
where I have met you at the top
of the mountain,
the highest peak,
where we have gasped for air
together,
fingers entwined,
legs braided,
excreting deliquescent
adoration.
My Lord,
I speak in daydream,
lost in lust language
where I know you.
maggiemaeijustsaythis 
I enjoyed this very much.
Amazingly written! I love how you put this in words. And the imagery is very.. passionate and sensual.
Very beautiful, I really liked it. By the way thanks for coming by Words From My Inkwell.
the mix of passion – was it pleasure or pain, was it consensual or hypnotic, but the feeling is still the same, since it is such an addiction. You write deeply about feelings many fear to go near. You work is significant …
THAT was beautiful.
it was amazing and i am still trying to figure out how it made me feel, because it took me all over the place!
amazing and hypnotic
LOVE IT! WELL WRITTEN!
Just a thought… is there any underlying desperation here?
…Or is Lord simply a man?
My Lord was just a man, but much more than a man could ever be.
‘I speak in daydream,
lost in lust language
where I know you.’
What a wonderful sentence! I like how it sounds when I read it aloud. Great writing!
Lost for words! “Soaring” is not the right one, but it’s something like that!
Poweful!
Woops – POWERFUL – but maybe poweful is a good new word.
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I only just found Maggie Mae’s page (well, not technically true… I peeked a few weeks ago, but clearly I didn’t spend enough time there) Please! Take the time to read not only this piece but so many others of hers. I despair to ever write poetry of such intensity.
Truly RARE! You might really appreciate John Eldridge latest book: BEAUTIFUL OUTLAW!