your face is my poem.
your eyes, your cheeks,
your lips of rosy wine;
they are words of wondrous light.
i have found heaven
in the gentle curve of your chin,
and paradise in your smile.
you are my kindling, my fire,
my burning, burning muse;
your voice is the sound
that flames make at dusk
when the world outside is dark
and the embers are slowly dying.
you could burn down cities with your mouth;
together we could burn down worlds.
May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 7:02 AM UTC
your face is my poem.
your eyes, your cheeks,
your lips of rosy wine;
they are words of wondrous light.
i have found heaven
in the gentle curve of your chin,
and paradise in your smile.
you are my kindling, my fire,
my burning, burning muse;
your voice is the sound
that flames make at dusk
when the world outside is dark
and the embers are slowly dying.
you could burn down cities with your mouth;
together we could burn down worlds.
