she comes to me,
open, wanting.
baby...please...
she sighs.
these two words,
more than the sum
of their syllables, distanced from strokes and lines;
beyond mere utterances; desire.
words whispered
in sacred prayer.
this offering up
of all that she is.
and i go to her
heed her calling,
for she is home to me.
every beat of my heart
echoes her name.
she is a promise, kept time and again.
whispers of salvation; this sacredness,
begging to be worshiped.
what have i done to deserve this grace?
there are no gods greater; her skin,
silk beneath my fingertips,
burns away my sins.
i bend my head at this alter.
her curves are highways
leading me forward.
i close my eyes in worship.
raise up thanks,
soul deep in her temple;
absolved.
she opens to me; sighs.
breath balanced on bread,
her holy sacrament
tastes on my tongue.
i inhale her incense,
the scent penetrating my hands,
as time stands still.
she is all i ever want to know,
nothing before, no one after.
i have found my deliverance within the contours of her mouth.
and i trace, in reverance,
line to form; memorizing
every inch offered to me.
she becomes imprinted
within my core.
i tremble at her trembling.
then
i shatter.
i want to offer up to her
something akin
to the gifts
she has bestowed on me.
i open my mouth but words have fled.
instead,
i lay upon her
calla lilies,
tumbled from my tongue.
ribcage opened;
in my most vulnerable state.
i lay exposed,
stripped naked of this skin i inhabit.
i am but muscle and sinew; tendons,
taut cover bone.
these four syllables; expelled breath
baby.....please....
strip away the excess,
leaving only noisy bones.
to her, i give all that i am.
hang hands high
in ancient trees,
the frame of my being,
surrounded by elysian fields.
Jul 26, 2018
Jul 26, 2018 at 4:49 PM UTC
she comes to me,
open, wanting.
baby...please...
she sighs.
these two words,
more than the sum
of their syllables, distanced from strokes and lines;
beyond mere utterances; desire.
words whispered
in sacred prayer.
this offering up
of all that she is.
and i go to her
heed her calling,
for she is home to me.
every beat of my heart
echoes her name.
she is a promise, kept time and again.
whispers of salvation; this sacredness,
begging to be worshiped.
what have i done to deserve this grace?
there are no gods greater; her skin,
silk beneath my fingertips,
burns away my sins.
i bend my head at this alter.
her curves are highways
leading me forward.
i close my eyes in worship.
raise up thanks,
soul deep in her temple;
absolved.
she opens to me; sighs.
breath balanced on bread,
her holy sacrament
tastes on my tongue.
i inhale her incense,
the scent penetrating my hands,
as time stands still.
she is all i ever want to know,
nothing before, no one after.
i have found my deliverance within the contours of her mouth.
and i trace, in reverance,
line to form; memorizing
every inch offered to me.
she becomes imprinted
within my core.
i tremble at her trembling.
then
i shatter.
i want to offer up to her
something akin
to the gifts
she has bestowed on me.
i open my mouth but words have fled.
instead,
i lay upon her
calla lilies,
tumbled from my tongue.
ribcage opened;
in my most vulnerable state.
i lay exposed,
stripped naked of this skin i inhabit.
i am but muscle and sinew; tendons,
taut cover bone.
these four syllables; expelled breath
baby.....please....
strip away the excess,
leaving only noisy bones.
to her, i give all that i am.
hang hands high
in ancient trees,
the frame of my being,
surrounded by elysian fields.
