Field is Open

As you stand there naked,

There are no labels that apply,

No judgment, no analysis….

There is no category that fits—

As in up or down, top or bottom.

With you, I leave the field completely open,

Your unblemished skin cool to the touch,

Yet so warm it makes me boil inside.

How can I resist

When my very soul says “Yes”?

Even with heart vulnerable,

There is no fear, no defense,

No need to control you or myself.

I long to be yours,

As much as you belong to me—

Utterly free, being fully present,

Conquered only by open heart.