thelastmite

Beguile me with a dancer's grace, Set alight my pulse's pace. Revel in the heat of rhythm that moves me, Fall and rise to the intensity that proves me. You Hold my delight inside, and You Feel the lightning ride. Power from purpose And purpose from form. For your beauty that brings thunder's cry, I call the Storm.

Words to give and Words to take. Words to bind and Words to break. Words, lifeblood of my soul Forge to ink stained heart and quill worn hand. Words, fickle loyalty to poet's command. Words left wanting For the One of Many Hymns; A Songbird of eloquence attending From outstretched limbs. Words, thereby bidden, Come; Drawn forth as water from a deep well With all the fervor as if she Perishing of thirst, Yet without such gluttonous swallows. Words, sultry sips savored As though she considers a Vintage no other ear will taste again Such naked carnal ecstasy for these words Assures the roses blush beneath moonlit skies And stars fall atop haughty thrones. This Songbird's siren joy would call forth The treasures of kings were their wealth wrought with words. Caravans of language, Riches unrestrained Strewn at her feet and her, Drunk with lust and a lover of each,

With a strike of my hips and the flint of these lips A spark in the dark fleeing ember eyes. The glint of my mind catches kindling in kind Igniting midnight skies. Her beauty quite fetching and bare figure catching A pyre for desire stoking heat to rise. Tongues of whiskey flame crackle her siren name Tasting dusky thighs. Beneath a smoke spent haze within our scorching blaze Love yearns and lust burns smelting alloy sighs. Lips of molten bliss sear an engulfing kiss Embracing raptured cries.

"I love you." My ears breathe in her naked smile The sound of it tastes like a woolly dawn Painted with the pink blush of frisson on her cheeks I shutter my eyes to hold her voice closer, Embracing the precipitation of syllables. A petrichor of moonlight in a sea of lavender This symphony of sense saturates my soul with song. Thus, I... Singing in mute reverence behold by the Damascus road, Sharp peppermint love composed on Northern lit skies With dancing Cheshire smiles. And every hue - her crisp Autumn crack coursing through my veins. Flooding my hear with a sense, of freedom. "I love you too."

I love you in the pause, the rest, and the silence Between breaths. Notes. Words. Verbs are easy. To say. Hold. Give. They return as they offer. I've ever wilted in the stillness. Creating. Building. Renewing. In the avowal I knew myself. I've been hunted by my shadow. An umbral hound fled with tears. Fail. Unmake. Lack. It is madness to race one's entropy. It is despair to cease striving. It is deliverance to know grace. You have made me. Enough. Worthy. Strong. Today, I know me. Thus, on this I make my stand. To love is to be. To just be. I love you when only I know. In the stillness. Solitude. Distance. Where nothing is proven. It just is. I love you in the pause, the rest, and the silence. Between my breaths. My notes. And my words.