You seek not what you have found...
aka a Letter to a Lesbian as a Lesbian.
sing sweetly with your words
and my words
and our words will flow
if you flow
if you go if you let go
if you know how to let go
if you know how to let go of your past
your present and accept your future
your now
your how now brown cow
with the presence of all beings with you
with me
with us together spinning through nights like sparrows
through dark storms through prairies and mountains
and you come to me and I will come to you
submissively subversively subconsciously
you seek what you want and I want to be sought
by you and to seek you by me
and through me and for you
with me we can string leather straps across beds
or string beads through slick glistening orifices
and cry havoc to reality and morality and sexuality
and live in harmony through ecstasy
and complicity
I will seek you
but will you seek me for me
or me for who you want me to be
or will I fall victim to blind eyes that know not what they seek
or sought or have the will to seek
or am I just what you are looking for
and are you what I am looking for too
without guidance
without knowing
our words caress each other like
soft fingertips glowing by candlelight covered in sensual oils
you dominate me and I dominate you
and we dominate each other and become
submissive to each other
each one surrendering each other
to one other and some how,
some how you realize that perhaps it was good that
I am not what you are and that you are not what I am
and that your eyes were opened where they were once shut
and suddenly you cry out
and I cry out
and together we cry
until finally,
the dawn comes,
and we sleep,
together,
while the gods smile upon us from above.