Permission

With my eyes 

I will ask your eyes for permission

To enter the space of your aura.

And if you grant it to me,

I will raise my mouth to

Sweetly kiss your cheeks

As one would greet an old friend,

Because the gift of your friendship

Is so very precious to me.

Using just my fingertips,

I will gently turn your head

And bring my lips to touch your neck

At the point of your pulse.

I will close my eyes and feel

The rhythm of your lifeblood

As it resonates on my tongue.

The very beating of your heart

Has made my world richer

And for this I know I am blessed.

I will pull away, but only long enough

To look into your curious eyes

And ask for permission again.

When you grant it, I will lift my lips

To rest in the middle of your forehead --

The home of your mind's eye.

I will close my eyes and thank you

For the wisdom you've granted

Through teaching me about me.

Your eyes, once inquisitive,

Will slowly close in trust of my intent.

I will protect this trust with all that I am

And all that I will be because I receive it.

Lightly -- so lightly! -- I will touch

My lips to each of your eyelids, which shield

The clear, sparkling, knowing eyes

Which have traveled my current path

And now lead me through the thicket

That has become my life.

And, pulling away once more,

I will again ask for permission

From your disbelieving eyes.

And when they flicker downward

In yearning search of my mouth,

I will know.

Moving into your aura, I will seek out

The lips I have long hoped to comfort.

Finding them guarding your quickened breath,

I will rise to meet them with mine,

And move by the millimeter

Into their warm embrace.  

For one second in time

I will kiss your lips with the passion

Of one thousand lovers.

Then I will lower my face from yours

And look up through my lashes

Into your softened gaze.

And with my eyes

I will ask your eyes for permission

To do it all over again.