Untitled (Souls)

I turn you around

Kiss on the cheek

Kiss on the parting lips

On the nose

On the eyebrow

The water runs down

Between our bodies

Between our souls

Cold or warm

It runs between our curves

Into our insides

Into our hearts

Around the forms

Beneath the wonders

I insert my tongue

Your lips part

I feel your heart

Beating with my pulse

I ignite a flame

Too much to comprehend

The sun is going down

I hug you dearly

Forever and ever

The day went by

Over and over

We spent it in water

We walked to an ocean

While motionless

And did not leave our location

Only our minds

Our hearts.

© 1996 David Greg Harth

96.10.07.02:15:00@31USQWNYC

Untitled (Strict Poem)

I shackle you to a bed post.

I pulse an image

    in front of your eyes.

I show you a complex for your thought.

I take from the kitchen sweet desserts.

I eat my desserts with you...

    on the bed...

    you in shackles,

    I in black.

© 1996 David Greg Harth

96.10.07.01:30:00@31USQWNYC