Dark Muse
08-01-2014, 02:33 AM
Living in Your Skin
I feel your pulse
beating under my skin
it reminds me that I am alive,
I bleed for you
in my own little way,
your breath
becomes my breath,
and I drink in your skin
like water,
drops of you
dangle upon the end
of my tongue
savored as one
tastes a fine glass of wine,
detecting
each subtle flavor,
and always
I yield
molded beneath
your Earth-born hands,
slowly spinning me
upon your potters wheel,
I emerge, like the Willendorf,
you have always been so
irresistibly tactile,
unrelentingly
I live between
your palms,
my lips trailing
across your
lifeline,
eyelashes
tremble
upon your love lines,
where just beneath
the flesh thousands of
miniscule organisms
carry my name.
I feel your pulse
beating under my skin
it reminds me that I am alive,
I bleed for you
in my own little way,
your breath
becomes my breath,
and I drink in your skin
like water,
drops of you
dangle upon the end
of my tongue
savored as one
tastes a fine glass of wine,
detecting
each subtle flavor,
and always
I yield
molded beneath
your Earth-born hands,
slowly spinning me
upon your potters wheel,
I emerge, like the Willendorf,
you have always been so
irresistibly tactile,
unrelentingly
I live between
your palms,
my lips trailing
across your
lifeline,
eyelashes
tremble
upon your love lines,
where just beneath
the flesh thousands of
miniscule organisms
carry my name.