dilemma

where and how should I start?
maybe... uncovering what those veils have been hiding from me for so many time but tenderly bearing only a witness role from my part?
observing how your natural shape is being revealed,
second by second, and I know what's there already
a sanctuary; no more dreams, no more mysteries
it won't be a "farewell" to my fantasies though,
notwithstanding the selfcontrol this it's all contrary,
because even then it would be impossible
not to get roaming and get lost for staring your
angelical form, poem subtle craved onto flesh
no disguises or tricks, just...
you.

where and how should I start?
maybe... fullfiling that awkward but melacholic desire and anxiety for caress?
anxiety for to play, anxiety for to feel, anxiety for reaction...
desire for torture, for joy, for discovering...
desire just pure desire
the blending of earthy instinct and heaven's wisdom: this... rapturous touch
burning charcoal and ice
should be solace or despair the feeling after being turned into ashes
by the mere approaching to your body?.
overwhemed, for the first time due to the longed,
the awarned... freedom!
when all would be finally and really
granted.

where and how should I start?
maybe... pouring all over your skin the passion and wrath that my lips can also display?
molding that which my poor imagination
just have restrained for my sake, for so long
yet it would be so unsufficient maybe,
betrayed by my own lack of experience again.
the sweetest of that taste I always hungered for,
endless territory for searching and delighting of course,
breath, sweat, getting close, getting far, smell, sense,
would I be able to feel your thoughts?
sliding here and there, hiding.
feeling myself, feeling you
mine.