I don't ask for much. I don't desire a feast for the eyes
To share with others this riotous festival of your soul.
What about scholarly discussion? Study, then,
The poetry of your naked body next to mine.
I don't require passage on Noah's ark.
Just you, a canoe, and the lingering dark.
Do I need a bestiary of astonishing sights?
Merely a bird in the hand and a friendly bush.
I don't shake from onslaughts of big screen violence.
Only your probing fingers pressed to my cheek.
I don't want strobe lights when a single candle will do.
My contented hourglass drips slowly with warm wax.
I don't want rock concerts, simply contented moans
Lingering in my ear.
I don't want a perfect attitude all pumped up
As much as willing flesh and blood.
I don't want a flawless but empty body.
Instead, bring lusty laughter to my bed.
No crushes of traffic do I cherish. I respond to serenity,
An intaglio of stillness, delicate, unrushed. I want you.
When there is passion, let it bloom with stunning grace,
Without haste, impatience, or the veneer of abandon.
I want a slow crescendo to the honey of my days:
Let them be sustained with astonishing sweetness.
A climax worth favoring, a blending of tastes,
So that the flavor of moments remains everlasting, on many levels.
Moments to ring and echo to the center of the sun,
To the core of the earth, to the lap of Venus,
Spilling over like syrup, a maple lining of clouds
Piled high like silver pancakes on platters of space:
This is a cosmic meal worth savoring in slow and succulent bites.
I don't ask for much. Just sincerity in every breath,
Ecstasy in each pristine particle of time.
(Copyright 2000 by Shaun Darius Gottlieb - No reproduction without express permission from the author)