Erotica

A conversation
with you.
A listening me,
with an intent
to explore
your vastness.
An expressing you,
hurdled, stymied
by words
they invented,
trying to express
your vastness.
A listening you,
with an intent
to explore
my emptiness.
An expressing me,
stymied, hurdled
by words
they invented,
trying to tailor
what I
can pick up.
For I am all
but a closet poet
and my closet
is being filled
with our conversations
like these.
These conversations
are erotic.
I wish
I could
have all of them
making love
to you.

~Teop