the unknown

chiseled
the color of ancestors unknown
and i want you to teach me them.
be my warrior and reveal my tribes
and with learning hands i'll search deeper
tracing bloodlines
i etched in your back with fragile nails.
young warrior
so demanding.
i see the love-thirst in your eyes
skin-thirst
your thirst for sensuality.
i know what you're thinking
when i braid your cashmere,
playfully lingering at your nape,
seemingly thoughtless brush of your ear.
i know what you're thinking young warrior
because i can hear your djembe
beating polyrhythmically with my singing pheromones.
and now we're dancing
pushing & tugging
staring & looking away
ignoring & coming in a little too close,
all just to say one word...
"Yes"