i nurture these
intimate moments gently beneath the veiling
of my eyes:
we're together and you convulse
deeply into my yearning embrace,
your body is pressing up against mine
and tears stream from my afflicted spirit
as you dreamily rest in my contagious warmth;
the divulging sun paints the skyline
[amethyst hues ethereally touch my heart.]
"i love you, darling" is all that falls
sensibly from my bloodless lips to
steal you from every ounce
of your familiar storms.
allurement rests with you as the corners of
your soft mouth ascend to greet me in the light
i have ever wanted to see,
it's more like heaven to all i am
and i could surely die in the hazel puddles
of your view.
we poise as two silhouettes against
the earthly flare's final farewell when the doors
to both our breaths reach in to greet each other
for the very first time...
the taste of such an affinity
is all i discover there
with only you.
my hand carefully grazes your cheek then
your adorning hair from the sparkle of your enslaving gaze
until i pour to the lot of abysmal 'awe',
falling into your enchantment and oh,
in these colorful thoughts i die:
"you are the most beautiful thing
i have ever, ever seen."
you lay those windows
to your flaming soul upon my mesmerized visage,
gleaming until you let a delighted sigh lay faintly
at the heels of the words
which i have ever, ever longed to hear:
"i love you Robert... i have 'always' loved you" until you fare
fluently into my fragile essence.
intimate moments gently beneath the veiling
of my eyes:
we're together and you convulse
deeply into my yearning embrace,
your body is pressing up against mine
and tears stream from my afflicted spirit
as you dreamily rest in my contagious warmth;
the divulging sun paints the skyline
[amethyst hues ethereally touch my heart.]
"i love you, darling" is all that falls
sensibly from my bloodless lips to
steal you from every ounce
of your familiar storms.
allurement rests with you as the corners of
your soft mouth ascend to greet me in the light
i have ever wanted to see,
it's more like heaven to all i am
and i could surely die in the hazel puddles
of your view.
we poise as two silhouettes against
the earthly flare's final farewell when the doors
to both our breaths reach in to greet each other
for the very first time...
the taste of such an affinity
is all i discover there
with only you.
my hand carefully grazes your cheek then
your adorning hair from the sparkle of your enslaving gaze
until i pour to the lot of abysmal 'awe',
falling into your enchantment and oh,
in these colorful thoughts i die:
"you are the most beautiful thing
i have ever, ever seen."
you lay those windows
to your flaming soul upon my mesmerized visage,
gleaming until you let a delighted sigh lay faintly
at the heels of the words
which i have ever, ever longed to hear:
"i love you Robert... i have 'always' loved you" until you fare
fluently into my fragile essence.
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