eroticism, you and I

eroticism is just the surface
the skin where i pierce
and make the necessary
entrance to your
heart to the bone of
my feelings, and if you
allow it
i may find myself
living in there: your heart
my love, our only dwelling.

you must let me pass the surface
so i can get inside
your eternity

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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