for you
Never have I seen you,
or touched thy breeze-smoothed skin,
caressed the rounded angles of thy cheekbones,
with the worn~smooth heel of my thumb
it matters not
for long and forlorn,
have I come to love you
fat or pretty,
your physicality is inconsequential,
we have bound and blind~binded
our visible connection
by oaths and contemplations,
all codified in worthy action verbs
whispered in each other ears
we have spent our nodules of time
silently caressing,
word gentling,
and falling in love
this night has brought me
no sleep,
this day has brought me
no pecuniary relief
but words embellish me with hope,
dress and drape my face with
coming attractions,
for that alone,
*as if more were
even possible,*
I tell you this
straight out and unconfused,
I adore you
we are a lyric, a harmony,
an aesthetic unique,
for you have never seen my face,
yet this night,
thy comeliness has
stirred and up lifted,
thy tone and tiny gasps
my sundered parts
refilled and reattached with our own esprit de corps,
ethereal, ephemeral, yet so real,
I raise them,
to my lips,
and feel you as I do so,
gentling my cheeks
with your breathes breeze,
asking me live with joy....
tho never have I seen you
Apr 9, 2014
Apr 9, 2014 at 5:22 PM UTC
for you
Never have I seen you,
or touched thy breeze-smoothed skin,
caressed the rounded angles of thy cheekbones,
with the worn~smooth heel of my thumb
it matters not
for long and forlorn,
have I come to love you
fat or pretty,
your physicality is inconsequential,
we have bound and blind~binded
our visible connection
by oaths and contemplations,
all codified in worthy action verbs
whispered in each other ears
we have spent our nodules of time
silently caressing,
word gentling,
and falling in love
this night has brought me
no sleep,
this day has brought me
no pecuniary relief
but words embellish me with hope,
dress and drape my face with
coming attractions,
for that alone,
*as if more were
even possible,*
I tell you this
straight out and unconfused,
I adore you
we are a lyric, a harmony,
an aesthetic unique,
for you have never seen my face,
yet this night,
thy comeliness has
stirred and up lifted,
thy tone and tiny gasps
my sundered parts
refilled and reattached with our own esprit de corps,
ethereal, ephemeral, yet so real,
I raise them,
to my lips,
and feel you as I do so,
gentling my cheeks
with your breathes breeze,
asking me live with joy....
tho never have I seen you
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