If I could ride the wind of your sigh
like an albatross on the salted thermals of Poseidon’s breath,
I would strip my soul of flesh and bone
to lightly drift for just a night
in the arms of such sweet perfume.

I would your laughter strike me deaf
if that first enchanting note were to be mine
for but a heartbeat. I would your beauty strike me blind
if it were to hang a portrait first,
dangling high on a gilded wall of memory.

“I love you!” called a thousand times
would whisper weak in the vast cavern of its worth.
Feeling. Nothing more than endless feeling
claws at the inner lining of my being,
stretching me wide, like your name to my lips.

And now I see you. Finally.
Your eyes—a lovely constellation
alight with passions buried deep within a faultless heart.
Could such a jewel as you have love for any
when not a soul beneath the sky can match a fiber of your beauty?

A stillness in your gaze moves me
‘til movements still below my burning skin
seep like minted steam from dinted kettle, out of every pore,
tattooing the air—our air;
quenching zealous lungs—our lungs.

Our—blessed word of shared possession;
Another and I—you—possessing me
With dogged wraiths of adoration.
Say you love me now, and buried breathing
I will smile.