My arms will be prepared
and happy for the chance
to hold you, having been
it seems now, made
especially to wrap around you,
touch and love your skin
and pull you close
so we can hear our drum,
the heart we share
and where our precious blood
a neverending stream
holds souls so filled
with hope and lets them float
their tentacles entwined
moist tongues explore
and greedily take in
all that exudes
from deep within,
creating new
where you become
and I be you.

Herbert Nehrlich

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/good-morning-my-love-3/