Piscean Pull

Wow—is the word! You are something most surprising I can feel you boiling in my blood Waiting, trusting in that torrent Of psychic union and revelation You lock eyes with me— They are blue, love-stricken, wild I am pleasantly frightened And comforted all at once! Somewhere in your stare You have managed to caress my soul You have masterfully, Grabbed hold… Of all that is me— This red force of obduration This imprisoned fool I am… Fretting at every given moment In my vulnerability - how is it? How is it that you know, That you know our future is strong? You just know, This fiery….greed, These flaws that shame me Somehow you know this fear in me! And everything you know, You will see You will acceptingly see You first doused me with glittery lust Steam and gleam in your keen pupils In your gaping lips, In your smooth-trodden truths, I weaken in your words You flow me out of my element, As you pin me to the bed of dreams You are an opulent ocean Deep depths I know not! I am merely a sliver of light Becoming something solid in your grasp Crystalline nerves melting in your knowing hands Where is your surrender? You ask me, in silence I am your ball of glowing fervor About to burst in your psychedelic waves You are turning and turning You are feeling me You are feeling all my feelings! That I try so desperately to conceal Dissatisfaction and longing you recognize In my volcanic hindrance Your waters heave patience You calm—you tear up My fears hold me back, And you want me to free them This struggle is our beauty— Is part of our art And in you, in your rest You salvage all the love we can muster You remember all our moments Fueling your empathic currents Holding me close to your heaving tides In a heartfelt flood of understanding