I Only Need
To trace your fingers down my spine,
shall I call it spine-tingling?
To intertwine your limbs with mine,
shall I call that intermingling?
I do not think I shall give it names.
There is no need to do so.
I only need to think on it,
for the pleasure it gives me
is nameless, but priceless.
It cannot exact a fee.
To place the tip of your tongue on me,
shall I call that tongue-ing?
To inhale your breath that's close to me,
shall I call that breathing?
I do not think I shall label it.
And so I shall not try.
I only need to think on it
for the thoughts tell me why.
It's lableless, but joyous.
It will never, ever die.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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