To be undone.

First...I give to you
my skin.

And dissolved beneath your
fingers...I lay bare to
the flesh of my
desire.

There is my blood.

As if an ocean that ebbs dry to
the pull of constant
moons.

I bleed arid for a moment in
your gaze.

And then...there are my bones.

They know only of an ache that
reaches far from your
caress.


To be undone...like
this -

Until the ache is all that's
left.

And I vanish in your touch.



Love,
Eric

So beautiful dear Eric.

Your undone is not to be outdone.. he he..

OK OK your poem is so tender and emotive, and I'm being silly..

But I can't help but be reminded how COMPUTEREESE has added "undo" to the English language.. and we who type in little boxes are "re-undoing" and "redoing" and "multiple undoing" and undone fits my nerd vocabulary just fine.. he he..

Thank you ever so for sharing your beautiful verses with us!

Love n light, Teo

Dear Eric,
Thank you for another beautiful and grentle touch.

Love, Inda

Thank you Eric.
I just returned from a week off and am so pleased to find this welcome.

Sue

Dear Eric,
I was off for a few days as well.
Thank you for the nice welcome.

Love
Vicky

Thank you Eric.

I haven't been able to come here for a while, so it is a nice surprise to find another one of your beautiful poems awaiting me.

Sincerely,
Gisele