you are my first, and also the last
i need none in the middle except you
and nothing will satisfy me
and none as you would
it is your feet that i feel
in this pitch blackness of glamour
and it is your formless face
my eyes fixedly gaze
into your body my soul longs
to penetrate, to curl, to coil to sleep
like that viper under the log
though strength to crawl i lack not
gold and girls, both young and old
and many other i craved to possess
soon i learnt they are nothing
but a distant hot summer fantasy
as for you, you are that living spring
welling in my spirit, flooding my bed
to float, my soul
to soar beyond the cloud
to that perfect
silence, that poise inside
© henry victor
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