"Two icy-cold hands conducting the way,
It's the Eskimo blood in my veins"- SPM
I asked her to lay her bare body upon me,
but not in the usual way.
I wanted to feel her endless back
upon my chest and belly.
I wanted to feel the full weight of her, in the morning light.
For her to guide my hand upon her island-
to navigate me to the temple to worship.
But in that silence-
something is lost in translation.
Later
she will ask if I wanted her
to lay that way,
so that I could know what it was like to be a woman.
If only it were that easy, then every man would know.
Instead,
some will choose to only ever know
pleasure or pain from a woman.
Yes,
I will her know skin, hair, muscle and bones,
but I can never completely know what it like to be a woman,
the same way
knowing religion does not make you god.
No,
she could only teach me to be a better man.
But she didn't know how.
So I settled to know pleasure for now,
the pain would surely follow.
