The thought of rose wine comes to me
when I touch your lips
and I fall away deep into the natural laws
of the cosmos—
the best love is the one which is unexpected,
long nights of lost sleep
and deep conversation,
I watch as expression changes from bewilderment
in the garden of your mind;
a form of provocation which seek the stories in mine.
Have I told you just how baffling it seems?
To adore one with all their flaws
the way you seem to accomplish with me—
I am taken by the curve of forgetting the storms
of past decades
which laugh at the approach of midnight.
If innervation is first
then let me taste fully the extent of your kiss—
causing me to make brave wishes;
I’d do anything to make your heart sing,
guide your hands
irresistibly with my voice.
You are the sky that cradles my poetic being,
my venus and my moon; let me hold you
I am on the edge of something that goes beyond words.
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Posted for Writers’ Pantry @ Poets and Storytellers United