Tell me; Tell me

Come, Muse.

Tickle my toes while I sleep;

Brush your fingers gently

Up the back of my leg.

Lay your body over me

Three times,

And whisper your name

On the back of my neck.

Tell me; tell me.

Touch the deepest part of me,

Inside where spirit fires off life.

Open the door for me in there;

Let the understanding dawn,

And the rest of it all pour out.

Pull me over on top of you,

And touch me with fire and burning heat.

Resuscitate me,

Mouth to mouth,

And cause my soul

To live again.

Then pull me close

And hold me tight,

Your hand in my hair,

My ear to your lip,

And whisper my name.

Tell me; tell me.

For I no longer remember anything else

But your words.

-jenn long