My touch is oh so tender

My touch is oh so tender As we find our sweet surrender Everything that stood between us falls away Falls away, falls In rumpled, predicted patterns On the now indifferent floor Say you love me as you kiss me One more touch and I am yours Sweetly, smiling devilishly Unbind my fetters, neatly Stack them in some corner Forgotten and away, And away, away We go, the time has come at last My heartbeat thumps Your torso gently sways Better days ahead the beacon stays in bed Sheer ecstasy! The moment Just before the plunge When Time stands still And All is as it may No tricks today, my heart will play Of Joys unbounded by this complex world On every side of us, the garden blooms Count irises by the bay But slipping, slipping, slide again Into this World we measure By each sin that’s cast like stones What does it weigh? Bah, who can say? At leisure, reach once more for newspapers To stack them, bind them, read each bore And hand them out to couriers That wait beyond the door. Mark Burton Tuesday, March 29th, 2005, 3:20 A.M.