Yes, I do have a mind –
but I have a body, too
and I deserve to be touched
to be worshipped
to be admired
to be adored
as any cloud
as any storm
as any flower
as any fruit:
I deserve to have my hand plucked from my side, where it rests
like a flower, casually plucked from the ground
and kissed, the tender flesh of my hand as gentle
as any flower’s silken petals that may brush your nose
I deserve to have a river’s run of caresses up the length of my arm
my taut muscles like a riverbed of polished rocks
yearn for the fluid motions of your heart in action
for the flickering motion of lips like fishes swimming in a stream
I deserve a steady trickle of fingers slipping up my thighs
my body a heaving river fed by your ever-increasing streams
spilling helplessly over and over again
Oceans of Mine 