If Kipling Knew When
When I can’t
trust my restless fingers near you,
But my gaze returns, because it
wants to.
When your body, nestling in mine as you
Are grabbing my flesh, thrusting
me to you,
When I can wrap gossamer locks in my hands,
Or twirl on your spire, a moment’s
embrace;
Or twirling, grab your hot air balloon strands
And never fear floating back to
your face
When I can own you—without staking my claim,
When I can submit like dirt in the rain;
When I am a lion in jungle terrain,
And creep slowly through your forest of pain.
When gazing in the un-celestial nite,
I’ll journey along the stars in your faults,
Or the wells of pain that let in the bright light,
And unlock your heart like a sealed-off vault.
When my soul is a
palace, riverbed glass
And my heart a stream where salmon
can swim
And my will a dark cave where no one can pass
And I cannot help from letting you
in
When my feet tiptoe across the morning dew
To bask in the aura of your
sunshine
And I step inside of your perfect blue
Reveling in your rainbow that
feels like mine
When my rivers
bring water to your desire,
Or my wind steers your ship back
to harbor,
When my crimson blaze ignites your inner fire,
When my love serves as your only
armor,
When my mountain peaks never grow tired and quit,
With only the thought of your
clouds above,
Yours is my Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be my
Man, my love!