Always You

[Dark Muse]

Always You

Your words drip onto my tongue,
I taste them, savor them,
let them slowly roll around,
capturing moments of you
inside of me, it is sweet
sometimes bitter,
bold yet delicate,
unexpectedly
it inflames,
a fire in the belly
which spreads
throughout
my limbs.

Your hands,
a sculptors hands,
a musicians hands,
hands of earth and labor
move across my body
like the potter
sculpting wet clay,
tracing shapes,
spreading over curves
with astute attention
to detail,
never faltering,
never hesitating,
but with a vision
of knowing
your intention,
fearless
and confidant,
of claiming
my body
as your own.

I inhale Autumn leaves,
and mountain springs,
within your hair,
there is winter within your eyes,
but it is not frigid,
barren, daunting,
it awakened pure beauty,
inspiring me to seek further
inside of you for shelter,
your sternness is familiar to me,
but it does not make me tremble,
because your warmth
is awe inspiring.

You,
it becomes more
than a word,
though so simple,
so seemingly understated,
it is the totality of
my existence,
it is a whisper of comfort in the dark,
a hand within my own,
a body beside me,
a prayer spoken
in every heartbeat.

[Lykren]

You write in the style of Neruda.

[hannah_arendt]

You write in the style of Neruda.

Agreed :) Very sensual and touching.

[Dark Muse]

Thank you very much. I have read some of his work, and enjoyed it, I should further explore into his writing.