I write with shaking hands,
I'm about to hold yours,
And I can only imagine,
It will feel like holding the universe.

You're still there,
At the end of my fingertips,
Your taste is still there teasing my tongue,
Your sweet face,
Haunts all my dreams,
Your beautiful heart still has its strings,
Wrapped around mine,
Tell me how to let you go,
When everything about you,
Is still living in my chest,
Crawling through the tunnels of my mind,
And leaving soft but painful bruises, on my soul

I know a woman who emits light when she speaks,
Few hear her words.
She chooses them carefully and with grace,
They are a blessing to my ears,
and a comfort to my soul,
I sometimes wonder if moonlight bleeds from her fingers,
Maybe one day,
They'll illuminate my skin,
For now I'll keep her safe among the stars,
and like the dark,
Swallow the light when she speaks

There's something about dark mornings,
That make kissing so exquisite,
and how my hands reach for your curves,
Like you are air,
and my lungs are starved of it,
I can't wait to touch you,
Breathe life into your neck,
and watch your legs part,
Because you can't resist,
How much I love you
How much I need you,
Because you can't resist,
Being **Mine

Everything I touch,
Feels like a memory,
Of when you touched me,

Can I ask why you're still here,
Cluttering my mind,
Dominating my thoughts,
And making my body ache with longing,

Touch me,
Or walk away,

The choice is yours,

But I have no choice,

You have burrowed yourself under my skin,
And I can't find a knife sharp enough to,
Dig,
You,
Out.

Last night,
I held the ocean's hand,

It was soft and giving,
Nothing like the mysterious depths you described,
That body of water was created inside your mind,
You built her up so high, she couldn't help but fall,
Couldn't help but violently crash onto the rocks below

Now she's bruised and cut, with precious pieces missing,
But I'll be the sun that rises and sets for her every night and day,
and I am not afraid of what lies beneath,
Because she's seen my face, even the masks I try to hide,

I smile and kiss her cheeks,
She is 70% water and I will drink her before drowning in the warmest depths of her skin,

Perhaps the moral of this story is that your ocean,
was never meant to be crossed,
It dwells like a black sea, with secrets and the broken hearts of others,
When the night is betrothed to the shadows,
He does not betray her and seek out other light,

But you did,

And now the ocean is gone,
Her gentle waves have reached a safer shore,
and I will keep her here with gentle truth and love

The ocean isn't just beautiful at night, but she is full of rage and fury,

And at last,

She is mine.

It's been so long,
Since I've written for her,
I apologize,
But I've been too busy,
Kissing the words into her mouth

Catastrophically beautiful,
Like kissing a storm,
and expecting,
Not to get blown away.

I like the way your name sounds,
Rolling off my tongue,
But mostly I'm in love,
With the way you say **mine

Some things are inevitable,
Like the sun slipping,
Everyday into the shadows,
So the moon can rise and shine,
For the night,
Some things,
Like the sea,
Eventually reaching the shore,
No matter how many times,
She tries to float away,
Some things,
Like a love that was written in stone,
Before the lovers knew what love was about,
And some people (like me),
Stand at a crossroads,
Knowing that some things are inevitable,
Knowing that some things,
Are never meant to be

I want to take her pain away,
First with my heart,
and then my hands,
lips,
and tongue

Take me where words can't,
Meet me there with your hand held out,
You should know,
When I take it,
I'll never let go,
I'm not who came before,
I won't wear a mask,
I'll show you everything that dwells inside my soul,
And I ache to read the pages of yours,
Take me there, where words can't,
Let's turn these lines into reality.

I wonder what it's like to be you,
Who are you in moments of quiet?
Why do you search it but revel in chaos?
You are a question unanswered,
A mystery many have tried to solve,
and fell to their deaths as they did so,

You are more than a woman,
a curiosity never sated,
a love never fulfilled,
and a lust that consumes my every waking moment.

I know you, what you show me anyway,
and I ache to know more.

When will you hear me?
Do I wait or make you listen?

Or shall I keep you on this pedestal?
Like the far reaching stars,
A beautiful light that I'll never touch...

I came to write of a woman I thought I loved once,
But since reading your words,
and seeing the light leak from your mouth,
Everything I see,
Spells your name

Your body needed mine,
When it danced to the sound of my voice,
and the hum of my desire,
Remember when,
Your fingers fit,
Perfectly,
In my hands,
and your lips,
Touched me,
In all the places,
Words never could,
Remember when,
My legs pushed between yours,
and the world stopped,
and the pain faded away,
Do you,
Remember when?

Time ticks on
But somehow I stand still
Paralyzed by your beauty
Broken at how briefly I was able to touch it
Heaven has you now,
Or so I'm told,
And if she does,
I need a conversation with God
Because this pain is timeless
I pray for it to end
Because without you
There is nothing,
But wasted time

If you were here,
I'd walk across the ocean,
To collect a single drop of its depths,
Just because you said so.

I'd like to run my fingers over your words,
I read them with hungry eyes,
And a fatal longing,
To know more about your mind,
Touch me,
and feel,
What you do to me,
Feel me,
and know what I'd do to you,
My hands are willing,
So write me,
When your body,
Is ready to be heard.