Touch inside my skin
and feel the pulse of what it is to be a man,
As I a reach inside your field of wonder
to see out through the heart of a female gaze.
What do you see as you look through the eyes of me?
What can I see looking out onto the plane,
hazel-eyed dabbed with green.
I touch my new silken skin,
my breast, by loins.
Not as man touching the delicate sculptured flash
of another species bred;
But as a woman who might touch herself.
What is in this softly bosom flesh and body delicate
throbbing with a force of life creation?
And for you...
What is it to look inside out
from the seeder of the womb?
That might one-day bloom with in my new...
Your -- holy chamber
life growing spot.
If there comes a time when this loving dies
To the melding and embracing
Beyond... this auric world wonder
We remain as we are,
On the Higher Ways of what it is
To walk the Wonder Fields of Love.