method

the way of your body

is not a straight and narrow path

it can be confusing, threatening

leaving a choking feeling around my throat

shoulder to shoulder

in your power, look right

down on me and grin

seeing your eyes flit down

down

we put on our characters

like slinky nightgowns

revealing something we previously hid

something that stirs the loins

as always, perplexed by fingers

that grip the script

stroke my elbow

probe the lips

open wide

express yourself

lay yourself bare

on the stage

on the bed

do we love the costume more

or behind the wings

what the audience never sees

or hears 

a silence that is eroticised 

you can almost hear quiver

I take off your makeup

with a shaking hand

revealing the lines on your forehead

when the cloth reaches your lips

you kiss it, the pigment stains my skin

like drawing blood with caresses 

your face gloriously bare

I’m free to roam its silky planes

now the spotlight is turned off

and the glare of ‘others’ gone

we begin to unbuckle sensibility 

sanity ebbing from your iris’ edge

it is not on the stage

that we reveal our identities,

raise the black veil

but in the humid darkness of your room

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. hmmmm ... this is brilliantly written with some amazing images and word play ... i tend to think that human beings are themselves when they feel comfortable ... comfort is everything ... especially if it is born in love ...