Glad cries and whispered desires
To long you have been missing
Blood rushes where fingers trail
Lifting up to meet and follow
Turning, offering more and all
“Will you give me this,” you ask
“I withhold nothing,”
Opening arms too long empty
Still a heart, I withhold that
“I have secrets,” you say
“Keep them, they are yours”
Touching you as supplicant
Testing for what is mine
What you do not reserve
Silken skin, scented of night
Sinking into desires and dreams
Darkness born for you
Shelter found unlooked for
In a tangle of arms and legs
Through awakenings promised
Yearnings met with abandonment
With no pledge for tomorrow
While hearts and breath slow to one
I have secrets too