September 19, 2009
You kiss my soul with your words.
You heal me...
They seal my eyelids like honey and drip down deeply into my heart like oil...
...leaving all my senses vulnerable.
My soul is alive because it leans in and drinks from the wellspring of your words, letting them drip down it's lips, rolling down the chin and cooling the neck, falling into the breasts like leaves fall on an Autumn day...
You take me...
I am surrounded by your aroma.
My senses heightened; you take me away on the fragrant wings of your hope. You leave me breathless, speechless when you look into the mystery of my almond-shaped eyes, but they are no mystery to you.
You touch my lips with the fingertips of your love, running your fingers up and down them slowly--softly...
You serenade me with sonnets that move like a drifting melody into the mouth of my ears. Oh! And when you sing...
...it's as if I am your perpetual canvas and you've picked up your paintbrush of depth to masterfully paint unimaginable, unspeakable shades and colors with every word, every note, and every chord.
Let these words that have endlessly kissed my soul go deeper--deeper still. Let them go into the depths and create a garden--a lush garden that leaves me hanging on a breath...