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.
You take me...
I am surrounded by your aroma.
My senses are heightened;
you take me away!
You leave me breathless...
My soul is alive because it leans in,
drinks from the wellspring of your words,
and lets them drip down it's lips,
roll down its chin to cool its neck,
and your whispers gently fall into its breasts
like leaves fall on an Autumn day!
I am speechless when you look deeply into my eyes.
I quickly look away,
but can't resist glancing back again.
I shouldn't be surprised, you always mesmerize me...
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 pick up your paintbrush of depth
and masterfully paint unimaginable,
unspeakable shades and colors
with every word, every note, every chord.
Let these words endlessly kiss my soul
and go deeper--deeper still.
Let them go into the depths
and create a garden--a lush garden
that leaves me hanging on a breath...