eyes
to caress
the moist horizons

hands
to see the
skeins of velvet black

hair
upon your
moulded shoulders

skin
adorns the
lithe line of back

soft
the light
which breaks in silence

dew
the lips
which part with moans

fragrance
which the
ears remember

heart
which i
now call my own



soulsurvivor
catherine jarvis
(C) october 21, 2014