... I CAN hear you ... 



Your whispers - 

are coming through weakly 

... your intonations, however

are - quite clear to me ... 



Tickle my inner ear  

with the tip 

of your tongue, 

caress my heat with your words

use them as you would

your fingertips ...

were we to be 

together. 



Awake my soul ... 

and my hearing 

will return ... 



And my heat 

will penetrate you,  

fill your being, 

flame your desire 

for an eternity ... 



Forever touching 

the place where you stand, 

ending your darkness ... 

ending ... the abyss.



The words we exchange ... 

will lead to caresses 

more powerful 

than 

your remembered images

of oblique shadows ... 



Your skin will tremble 

with the touch of my passion,

your pores will open 

all over your body 

- as you feel 

my thrusts.



You will ... 

reach out to grasp - 

my heat, 

my arms, 

my shoulders, 

my chest, 

my buttocks ... 



You will ... 

suck me 

deep inside of you ... 

never 

to let me go ... 

as the heat 

we've ignited ... 

will stir 

all of the fires 

throughout time. 



I am only so far 

as the connection 

we share ... 

you CAN ... 

call me - 

as easily 

as you can 

write me ... 



Call ... 

and you 

will hear ... 

the charm 

which oozes forth

tugging ... 

at the strings 

of your heart. 



Pluck them ...



... Use them 

to gain my attention ... 



I need be 

where I am ... 

but can be 

as close ...

as you wish 

me 

to be ... 



- to hear ...

the whisper 

of your love, 

whether it be 

as loud as 

crashing waves 

or 

as silent as 

sea foam ... 



Now ...

I hear only 

silence 

in the onrushing tide - 

as the water is calm

and the waves of delight

have missed 

their call



... missed the rocks

upon which I stand, 

gazing out 

at the liquid horizon



waiting for

the prestidigitations 

only you 

can produce 

by contacting me ...



Thus ... 

hearing 

the charm 

which is within me 

ooze forth 

to fill the cavities 

on both sides 

of your lovely head  



... the precursor 

to an excursion 

which will place 

one or the other of us 

at the other's side ... 



- to touch 

beyond

ears, minds and hearts ... 

but 

- to touch 

the very essence 

of our beings ... 



- the passion  

which has formed 

and excited the words ... 

as we have squeezed them out - 

where they now hang 

on the very precipice 

of shared emotion  



- thus forming  

an alliance 

of poetical intrigue ... 



BE with me



Take me into your body ... 

as well as your mind and heart ... 



I seek 

the thrill of your being, 

swallowing me in ... 

sucking my body within you, 

as your words 

have sucked mine forth - 

and you have stashed them, 

pondered o'er them, 

and merged them 

with your own outpour ... 



Take me 

within you ... 



Savor 

every little bit 

which makes up 

my being.



- tristram



Copyright by Christopher W. Thomas

Wednesday Sept. 11th, 1997