Because there is a box of secrets, discover it, prize the lock, come in.
Because there’s not a square of skin, by tongue, unpainted, glistening.
Because, at night, I lay puzzling, dreaming.
Because I am beneath your gaze, I can see inside your soul, needing, wanting.
Because I am the answer, freely solve yourself upon me.
Perfect, for one moment, rejoicing.
1993
© MARCO MOONE 2008
