I need you to say you love me. I want your words to touch me again. Look, who knows maybe I will break into a thousand pieces soon. Perhaps morning tempers and letters burn, but I want my body to learn new words, a fistful of words as sweet and sour candy that happens to be in my mouth; words that stem from the heart and soul, making rich feathery sensation on the back of my neck; words that tantalize like the tip of your tongue finding its path to my lips. These are simple adventures that fill, pant, and pour the depth of my body where I let natural forces find fever at every beat, every beat that is as strong as my desires.
To be loved by you, one must know how to swim. You live your love. In you, love is flesh and bones. It is so intensely real that it feels unreal. You are the life I haven't begun. You make my blood steam and my lips come forth to seek yours even in your absence. Every morning when we awaken and the sky strips off its black covers, my naked flesh awaits your response.
I bend my arms without reservation. I have never been this woman before you, before I found you, before beautiful became a little song that breathes slowly but continually. I can hear your heart like a shell next to my ears. Linger and whisper my name. Touch me. Sensuality remains a female quality.
Even in places where women are forced to veil and live under religious laws, sensuality remains intact. In places where life and lives are interpreted by men who are an expansion of God's legal exemptions on earth, women have to remain sacred with their lovers as unknown intimates.
Moon after moon these women's soft kisses are opium highlights while their hair, smoky eyes, faces, throats, and tenderness are forced to obey the rules of men whose logic lurks and shames God and goodness. Women, who at times are stained by the soil, covered up to their chests, lapidated, spools of white on their beds bloodied, or their bodies beaten by men who are tenants of an unpredictable God, men who act as His exhibitionists.
It is at these times when I need you most to hold me and let me stand naked with sorrowed feelings before they reappear, wrestle, and make me their faithful companion.
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