My breath hung on the faintest touch,
loving deeply and unashamed.
I gave my soul's secrets to a heart glowing
with a desire to see the gentleness of life
through an obsidian whisper of glass.
A heart that savored heights of happiness
within vibrating rings issued from a sword's blade.

I deeply treasured my appointment within the circular maze of this love
while simultaneously reading the prints
that it left upon my soul.
They were the color my mind dreamed in,
wondrously prompting warm flames for me to fall into.

Phrases walked into places never been before, curving their fingers
around the notes that played the tune of my emotions,
then danced upon pure clouds of captivation.
Unknowingly they created a celestial answer
for these eyes filled with grief.

I am moved as I remember waiting for my skin to be touched
in places where alone had marked complaints
here and there upon my hours.
When ribbons of truth gave passage
my mouth unfolded in a smile that connected
passionately with your own.