the hint of yellow
circling the pupils of your blue eyes
are like garden flowers on a window
by the eden on a front yard.
i guess they caught whatever was left
from the pallete spent on your golden hair
the blush of red in your cheeks
when your lips part in passion
is the color of the day surrendering into the night
lit up by a million tiny sparkles
and yes, the mole on your nose bridge
rests like venus on a crescent moon.
the softness of your white skin
forms a blanket with warm pockets,
love escaping from my embrace.
i hear your hands speak of strength
there are areas on it roughened by life
and soft spots that bring a vision
of a little girl playing hopscotch.
and when i rest my palm on yours
the world is alright with me.
i am momentarily lost
tracking the rise and fall of your chest
somehow i could make out your heart
dancing in there, in double step
perfectly in synch with mine
i want to remember every line
every shade, every tone,
every rhythm that compose you
like an ancient god's little toy.
your breath becomes mine
like brooks into rivers into seas
you are upon me
like wildebeasts in stampede
the crash of a mighty jungle waterfall
so many pictures flood my senses
my mind convulsing in a frenzy
from a spark provoked by your face
you are a mine for my metaphors
and i just sit here, ready
my pen poised, my cup is eager
the smell of coffee rises up my veins
i let you come in,open my door
your touch is on my skin
your footprints are all over my body
i cannot move a part of me
without moving the whole of us.
my ache to have you is unending
my devotion is timeless
our moment together too priceless
if i was put in this world to love you
and meant to die when that is done,
then beloved,
i believe i will live forever.
Jul 13, 2010
Jul 13, 2010 at 4:21 AM UTC
the hint of yellow
circling the pupils of your blue eyes
are like garden flowers on a window
by the eden on a front yard.
i guess they caught whatever was left
from the pallete spent on your golden hair
the blush of red in your cheeks
when your lips part in passion
is the color of the day surrendering into the night
lit up by a million tiny sparkles
and yes, the mole on your nose bridge
rests like venus on a crescent moon.
the softness of your white skin
forms a blanket with warm pockets,
love escaping from my embrace.
i hear your hands speak of strength
there are areas on it roughened by life
and soft spots that bring a vision
of a little girl playing hopscotch.
and when i rest my palm on yours
the world is alright with me.
i am momentarily lost
tracking the rise and fall of your chest
somehow i could make out your heart
dancing in there, in double step
perfectly in synch with mine
i want to remember every line
every shade, every tone,
every rhythm that compose you
like an ancient god's little toy.
your breath becomes mine
like brooks into rivers into seas
you are upon me
like wildebeasts in stampede
the crash of a mighty jungle waterfall
so many pictures flood my senses
my mind convulsing in a frenzy
from a spark provoked by your face
you are a mine for my metaphors
and i just sit here, ready
my pen poised, my cup is eager
the smell of coffee rises up my veins
i let you come in,open my door
your touch is on my skin
your footprints are all over my body
i cannot move a part of me
without moving the whole of us.
my ache to have you is unending
my devotion is timeless
our moment together too priceless
if i was put in this world to love you
and meant to die when that is done,
then beloved,
i believe i will live forever.
