Jack in the Pulpit IV – Georgia O’Keefe
Move through me.
The time has come for us
to finally visit this place.
Your face is one thousand shades of gentle
and your liquid eyes have never changed
still I know them
still they know me.
If this is only fleeting,
slightly breathing,
just grazing
where neck slopes gently into shoulder
where arm and torso share a valley
where thigh and belly brush fingertips
as they pass each other in the hall
as you always have,
and bring me closer to knowing,
to feeling
what quietly whispered pieces of love should sound like.
The time has come for us
to finally visit this place.
Your face is one thousand shades of gentle
and your liquid eyes have never changed
still I know them
still they know me.
Whatever, however, whenever…
If this is only fleeting,
slightly breathing,
just grazing
where neck slopes gently into shoulder
where arm and torso share a valley
where thigh and belly brush fingertips
as they pass each other in the hall
Part of you will stay behind
as you always have,
and bring me closer to knowing,
to feeling
what quietly whispered pieces of love should sound like.