The Thought Of My Heart

There in the thought of my heart

I am with you, loving you and making love with you.

I am painting your lips with my tongue as would a slender brush,

my lips stroke and carress yours, bringing out a tender blush,

our tongues give themselves fiercely softly to one another in heady flush -

all finely intense and concentrated -

there in the thought of my heart.

This has no pause but is now and eternal, promised and delivered both,

here in my heart is every freedom open to you,

roam where you like be as you like!

There is nowhere to go and there are no limits.

Holding this kiss, holding, holding you me in this kiss and this
embrace of mouths,

we needn't speak of all else we're proceeding to do

with these two bodies and hearts,

there in the thought of my heart - we've long since given it word

and it is in the spheres.

Lovers do not go away.  They make the Beloved taste so real
it makes atoms reel

in every detail of Form in this world and quite some others as well.

You are my Beloved, in the thought of my heart you are my Beloved.