Where You Really Are...

Lie still...
I've heard your laughter
as it sang clear
on my chest;
I've seen your legs
bronzed from the sun
lying half in, half out,
of the bunched sheets
while you sleep.

I want to get inside you
for awhile.
No, not the way I was
earlier.
I've explored your turns,
your curves...
...the outside of you.
Now I want to know you
from the inside
(where you really are.)

I want to see--
--to feel
what happens inside you
when you smile,
so I'll know what you like.

Where do the words I speak
go rushing to when you hear them?
And why you react the way you do
when you recognize
my voice?

When I touch you there
and there, and there, and there,
I want to see
where that travels,
and if it really feels
that good to you upon its arrival.

Lie still...
I want to know
all I can,
...about you.