Thursday, December 18, 2014
What May Come
Your lingering scent on my skin
conjures up stories
of every time I've known love,
a boundless universe of love stories
linking what has been
to what may come,
this faint aroma
interweaving memory and desire.
Fingers dancing on delicate skin
your caress, alive with wonder,
sweeps me away
into a wide open horizon
redrawing the outline of my heart
shifting textures of these boundaries
spacious, permeable
in the shining light of rapture.
An alluring quiet envelops me
as I offer my lips to yours
yielding, allowing, opening
to a blank page before us,
letting those stories we drag around
begin to rewrite themselves
finding colorful new adjectives
at the tip of your tongue
verbs nestled in your strong embrace
as your arms pull me close,
giving life to a new tale
word after vulnerable word.
My last defenses shaken loose
by the honey drenched courage of your heart
washed away by your humble grace,
I surrender
and rest in this expansive place
of shared beginnings
and dawning dreams.
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