I want to indicate provocative,
words to fire the soul,
to replicate desires when shared,
feel the lotion of nature’s hands
sweep across delicious naked skin.
Is that not like laying in damp spoils
of a rain soaked day,
the mud clean and slippery,
dancing across our bodies
like that living bath of sensuality.
I want while she listens,
to understand just how I might
offer her peace from the confusion,
the gender chaos of a man’s liberty,
or lack of understanding,
in motion a growing response,
to our failure to allow her individuality
to produce beauty and elegance
without the promise of consummation.
Within the reality of that understanding,
I am confident we might find Nature’s truth