Constellations
Traced for hours
In the dark of night.
Stars and planets
In a universe known
Only to my sight.
Fingers drenched in stardust
From a world that
Knows only my touch.
Senses overstimulated
By a melodic nebula
That draws in my love.
And
I could stare daily
Into the light of
That hidden milky way.
Stare evermore
Into the wonders
Of that universe
That you embody
Filled to infinity
With those precious
And forever blooming
Constellations.

I cover
Your every inch
Of dark skin
With touches tender
Like the darkness
That we've entered.
With windows shuttered
And the lights extinguished
As anticipation rises
For the caress of
Secret places to begin.

I embrace you,
Like the shadows
That raced to
Cover your skin,
I trace your curve
with fingertips and lips.
My piqued interest peaks
As I feel the trembles,
And the radiated heat
That eminates from your core
To the surface that I search
To bring bright an vivid
The image of your visage
to my mind
Just like reading braille.

Four senses left
I'm just like the blind
And so I
Rediscover every line
Every hill and sweet valley
Projected in my mind's eye
While I listen to your neosoul
sighs and prelude moans
Which, by lack of sight
Become magnified...
Til passions melodies end
In sweet cadence of night's
Darkness

The
whisper of your name
lingers in the furthest corners
of my soul, on my tongue forever
a song that eternal, stays,
Though soft as down, plays,
loud as new dawns rays.
In my eyes you remain,
fiery hot. And though I fall
and though I stumble, as ink
on paper stains it's way,
through this world I think...
And I hope, and pray, that despite
the obstacles that come between,
our hearts will beat as one,
forever until there is no rising sun
nor moon, nor stars to light
the surface of this earth and
grace the pigments of your skin.
I will hold you beloved in the
furthest reaches of all that is deep
within me. I will cherish you, your ardent
warmth, your beauty and your charm,
Your anger and your pleasant, your smile,
dearest to me until that moment beyond time
and forever on after then.

My dearest love,
you are pleasant
to my eyes.
You are
Rich honey, thick and sweet,
upon my tongue,
you are a
delightful composition
in my mind.
Your love emanates into me,
ardent and fulgent,
warmth to my core.
And so I pull you into my
ever open arms, to hold you tight
once more.

You are a vibrant pink lily
with starlight at your center
floating on my calm waters;
beautifying my stormy waters.
Anchored to my soul by the
red string of fate fastened
between you and I

I am the wind.
Blowing on your wind
Chimes.
The ocean water slipping onto
Your gentle beach during
The tide.
I'm the dew on your
Rose petals when
The sun rise.
And the starlight piercing
Through time
To reach your surface.
I'm midnight ink soaking your
Your blank inches
That await my signature kisses.
I'm fingers on your strings
Musician playing
your music.
You're the muse behind
My bemusement
As I wonder how
You love me.
I am
The floor beneath your feet
When you're dancing majestically
I get chills over my skin.
My pigments sing
When the sensation flicks
Like cloud lightning.
Such is the depth to
Which you reach
Like a well to draw water
From the earth
You tap into my innermost
Being.
Just speaking metaphorically
Bout the ornateness
Of the passion leaving
me breathless.
You're like petrichor
After a long rain.
Like a closed door
On past things.
Like a new chapters
New page
First sentence
First syllable
First letter
Exploding imagery in my mind.
Like fireworks in the dark night.
Like a candle flame
Bursting into existence
Without delay
Ardent in every kind of way.
I picture drinking your cocoa
In front of a fireplace.
You're spices and sugar
Strong, flavorful,
Saturate my taste.
Laughter that leaves me
Gasping for air
With no escape.
The island of Aeaea
To my Odysseus.
I'm lost in you
Like a raindrop
Fallen into the sea.
A ****** but for your love.
Such is the intensity of
What I have in my heart
I feel I must have brushed heaven
When your lips touched.
When I first truly looked at you
And thought to myself,
She's as beautiful as
The ruby red sun
At dusk
On the ocean horizon.
And I, the artist inspired
By such pulchritude,
Can't get you out my mind,
How could I express such
Presence?
No matter how I paint,
No matter the music I play,
Your description is locked in,
The image burns on my mind
Though I write many a
Metaphor.