Thine Heart's Caress Poem by Tor Silvertongue

Let my words caress your skin,
As my hands slide like the feathers of a dove.
Every single breath that escapes my lips,
Glides rapture like a feather as light as love.

Images of our past fall in place,
The missing pieces that complete our future.

Feel the beat of this heart, a dynamic voice
Only your name does it call.
Breath by breath,
My own walls begin to fall.
This vessel now holds nothing but endless light,
Never again will it sit trapped in eternal night.