The first thing I saw this morning… your beautiful face
Can I say these things to you?
How beautiful you are, how your smile makes my knees weak
That the colour of your eyes exists only to shame the skies
All I want is to stare at you
To learn every expression, to watch your hands in their creation.
Observing your tall frame in the motion of living and loving
My words want to wrap round you
Stories of new beginnings, tales of hope, healing and redemption,
Tales of lost souls found and love ever after
These are only thoughts as your smile envelopes me. for there are only softest sighs as you paint your desire onto the willing canvas of my body; only your heartbeat as I write words of love through the silvered sable hair on your chest onto the parchment of your skin
3 May 2013