I walk the lines of your face Between the roads of memory and desire. It lifts the journey of my youth into a Tremendous game of fear and excitement as I try relentlessly to cross this state. I float above the warm pastures of Your cheeks, hoping my hands will leave An imprint of faithful love. My nose follows the path of your soft skin, To the bridge between your eyes where it Becomes as simple as two lovers nearing paths. My mouth climbs the sweet, red mountains Of your lips with an accomplishing hold On our coupled hearts. My eyes sink into the warm pools of your Soul, entangling and entrancing every lingering Thought as I so strongly try to escape. And your words; Your words leave me with none of my own, For you have stolen them from my heart.