Divinity

Behind your curtain of words

What treasures hide?

Perverse corruption?

Or divinity’s tide?

 

You guard yourself

Like a gem with worth.

I know only your words

And, the measure of your mirth.

 

Your body is warm

And exquisite to the touch.

Your lips taste of honey

And promise so much.

 

But, your mind is what I know,

A book that I must gauge,

With a little of your soul

Written on each page.