I taste happiness on your lips, hear laughter in your sighs.
I see the heavens in your smile and sunlight in your eyes.
I feel a yearning in your touch and hunger in your kiss,
and nothing matters more to me than sharing all of this.
I could live an eternity and never ask for more;
for, all the things you've given me, I've never held before.
The passion that rises from your heart shines a light to me.
It's like a candle in the night or moonlight over sea.
You've transformed all the world I know, and all things are made new.
Persephone rises again with springtime's morning dew.
The smell of apples on the wind, the scent of fresh-cut grass;
and raindrops glisten on the lawn like flecks of broken glass.
I drink my thirst from your lips; and I live and yet I die,
my petals blowing in the wind like wings across the sky.
With graceful hands I touch you, and I want to eat your skin.
I want to know the heart of you that's hidden deep within.
The soft steps of the morning walk into the foaming waves,
and cloud-like veils are lifted over still and lonely graves.
The branches spread their palms on the body of sultry air,
and the subtle winds of promise whisper everywhere.
It's the moment that we treasure, a dropp of rain that flows.
It's the full-blown flame of pleasure that rises in the rose;
and who would trade this moment or bid past times reappear?
You consume my mouth in yours, and I'm thankful to be here.
Delightful - it's clearly love. HG: -) xx
My heart skips a beat while a read this poem., a lovely piece just as the author.
With graceful hands I touch you, and I want to eat your skin This is orgasmic apex of supplication when the desire to be draped in the colour of love transcends reason. You want to be colour and the skin that you color. You yen to consume and in the same breath of prayer hunger to be carried in those veins-consumed in entirety. You have the ability to drape in words the most inexplicable of emotions God bless you, hugs, rehan
Absolutely beautiful, everything a live poem should be with such stunning imagery. It shouldn't be Poem of the Day but Poem of the Year. To my favourites.
It's the moment that we treasure, a dropp of rain that flows. It's the full-blown flame of pleasure that rises in the rose; us......heart touching lines well executed. Beautiful poem..
I drink my thirst from your lips; and I live and yet I die, my petals blowing in the wind like wings across the sky. ~ Lovely poem penned and passionate feelings though gorgeous love
Full of love the lines flow smoothly. Beautifully inked.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
Dear Linda Marie, I cannot imagine a more well-written or emotionally impacting work than this. Every time I read your words, so vividly imprinted upon my heart, sad tears of empathy and sympathy flow. Only You could speak with such a tender, deeply touching voice – bless you and hold you safe from all such dire moments of memory … hugs to You! ⁓ Richard