Knowing

Lusciously dipped, turned, and draped,
love coated I sit,
in knowing beauty.
Feathered fingers of tingling reliance
trace rivulets,
in the smooth grace of my flesh,
as I accept,
in humbled, assured earnest,
this most treasured moment of sight.

Holding flames encased in glass rooms.
Winding vines and rainy weather run expertly wild.
The keeper sings along with the steady heartbeat.
White heat undulates,
as the pattering resounds on glass opened, yet unyielding.