Feeding Energy

He healed me.
He healed me with those demanding hands of his.
He gave my skin the essence needed to survive,
He sensed the need, the flavor, the vapor.
He then controlled the missing parts that kept me far, high…
And then he lifted me up again, somewhere there where the only things I could hear
Were my voice and his linked together, singing and crying and moaning.
And my voice and his, and the light of his hands getting into me,
Satisfying me, filling me up to the peak.
And up there, somewhere unknown to my eyes,
He became the man in me, and I became the woman in him,
And we became our own healers,
Our own seduction,
Our own core.
And then, I understood.
I understood the movement of his lips that came from that place where I could feel it
I saw the pain that was already gone,
Gone with his own hands,
Healed by his own spirit,
Because at that moment,
His spirit was me.