Layered Fragments, Becoming Whole

I wonder...
What it would look like 
When you allow your carefully maintained walls to 
Fall.

Will the blue crack
And then split wide open?
If I grazed my finger on yours, 
Will it

Release the painful longing
the suffocating tension 
we've held in to avoid 
Touch...

For the sake of discipline, 
Morals, 
Values...

If you let go... 
How will your mind reconcile the deep desire, 
The curious, 
The profane 
of the experience?

Are you afraid... that it will then move 
Like a hungry beast 
To ravish all our surface areas, 
Accepting delicious pleasure 
Of primal skin 
With deep emotional resonance

Until the climax leads to calm satisfaction? 

What colors of blue will I witness? 
I hope you hold my gaze... 
What part of the soul will be given to me?
I want to be moved... 
by your transformation orchestra, 
I want to see all the way through

To experience 
Another soul feeling, 
Feeling 
So completely 
In surrender and giving 
Your very essence 
So 
Willingly 
Openly, 
Vulnerable. 

Maybe that's the closest I'll come to real 
Existence.