Yield – Bombay, 2000

Part I

Come as you are.

Carry your intensity – a cerebral aphrodisiac.

My coyness in retreat.

I feel your flow.

The mystery slowly unfolds.

My attention is yours.

With expectations endless and non-existent

 

Part II

This passion almost strangled by its very nature

And yet as I watch it transgress,

transform, transcend, transmute

radiating an endless dimension

A “gift” into something that will bury itself inside of me

Each time, every time

I read every word you have written, so far.

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