Heaven's Gate

I float in a great dark velvet void
but there is no I here,
only a waiting, an anticipation,
a need.
When You speak a word,
it becomes the focus,
the nexus of everything.
It fills the universe and is heard
by every atom of the thoughtless
essence I have become.
In the open mind of trance
with my inner voice silent and sleeping,
Your words become the thoughts,
Your ideas become real,
Your erotic intensity and fantasy
become the only truth there is.
It feels so strange and wonderful
and slow in motion and pleasure.
When You turn up the gain on
my senses, what I become for You then
feels like You have taken my soul
once again through heaven's gate.

(c) 2006, william the submissive poet