More Obfuscation For You

I know that you know,

yet still there's an urge

to tell or to show

each single twist and surge

concerning what's inside and between.

And, giving in to it, I'm flowing out now;

transcending notions to tentatively reveal

the particles in mind and heart words normally conceal.

As usual, I fail

to do it spot on, pinpoint it --

I try, I work, to no avail.

Words well-crafted and anointed

hardly do it justice, the shining thing I feel.

But you know, I know you do, you never give me cause to doubt

the fondness and sincerity of softest rain, like foam,

brightly tingling charms on my flesh. Like ice. But warm.