a final solution

while there are caverns i explore, there
are tunnels i need surrender; for when
these paths shall unveil itself before
the world and open, one distinctly closes,
shuts as these coy ferns before fingers,
carefully touch, as i brush them against
your skin, each quiver frames me lost in
the encounter, brief as though a glimpse of
destiny gearing towards a final solution

subside

there is no sound quite like the
whisper of first rain against your
body; how each drop strangely
beckons my hands to explore
mysterious intimations dispersed
upon your skin, where the secrets
embedded in each pore entice me to
settle in territories here never
before discovered— beside this
navel is where i want to swallow
wholly this cupped water as it
cascades down your face… here is
where i want to gaze into your eyes,
ensconce myself in your vision; if
i can, for just one moment, linger
just a bit longer and take refuge
under the canopy of your distinct
embrace, i am certain now we shall
culminate a storm and no forecast
can tell when we shall subside

© mr gahon 4/23/15