My heart yearns
For a love that takes me into account.

Show me sweet beloved, 
A raging passion that drinks me in,
Like an expert tasting, 
Rich, red wine,
Well versed,
Studious of the subject matter,
Capable of fine distinctions,
Teasing out the notes of me,
Swilling droplets of my honey dew
On purpose.

Bring me, dear lover, 
A glance that can behold my tears
Like fountains of potential
Unbound in the bravery it takes to grieve.

Take in my smile
Like it is molten gold
Taking the shape of infinity.

Know my breath as the Philosopher's Stone.

Absorb my kisses like you want to discern
This fountain of riches pouring through my
Newly parted lips.

Penetrate me
Like you are searching for the trinity of delight
In the treasure chest of my bosom.

Stand in the fire light of my tenderness
And in the fierce, raging blaze of my power
Like you mean to stay.

Take hold of my distance
And weave with it the hope of connection.
Tease out my supple responsiveness
With the clarity of your desire.

Touch my rigidity like you mean to loose
Everything I have bound up 
In the shivers of a cold and endless winter.

Love me like you mean it, 
Like nothing but my body, free and quaking,
Raging as a river of pleasure,
Will satisfy you.

And I will pour out miracles of grace
You could never unleash with a critique
Much less your demands.