Winter II

My mouth is stopped and my hands are tied,
I cannot present my care.
I have only words. My words must create universes;
Split atoms,
Weld souls.

Though I watch your eyes soften as you see me,
And feel your hidden need;
The curve of your smile,
asymmetric pleasure,
And the hairs on your skin stand.
For me.

I feel I know what you feel, deep below this surface.
I seize an acknowledged bond;
My words fill the spaces in your spirit,
And I too am full.
My two mistresses: