your hands feel like fireplaces in mine,
and the bed is an ocean for us to float upon,
coiled around each other like colourful bits of ribbon,
lips connected with a single effortless touch
and skin shaking under wandering fingers.
i open myself up to you like a galaxy,
and even though the room is a dim spotlight,
i see you make up all the shine of the stars.
and though sleep lies heavy amongst the world,
and night has now rolled under,
you are my sky of suns, my favourite memory,
wrapped up in the sweet essence of us.
i would rather time stutter on its breath,
so i could relive this moment in your arms
til my dying day.

Loving her was perfectly easy from the onset
Images of us kissing and laughing while catching a beautiful sunset were prominent from the day our relationship started
Days and weeks went by and the taste of her lips on mine vibrantly lasted
The smell of her cologne and the sound her voice serenaded me to bed every night and gave me a purpose to wake in the mornings
Stupidy kicked in when I started to go gaga over the useless things on her body like her eyebrows and fingernails (my god!)
It was at that moment when I realised that if this is not witchcraft then it is love
So I chose to believe the latter because I learnt early in life that love is a more powerful conqueror than any other force humanly possible
I loved her too much to not have her by my side
So I did everything humanly possible to make us solid and feasible
I made love to her passionately and made her laugh uncontrollably
I held her hand in public and licked her skins in private
All in pursuit of making her realise that true love exists and I am that love
But trying too hard also ***** sometimes 'cause you can lose everything without realizing that you never even had it from the word start
Believing in an illusion is like stabbing yourself with a knife on the same spot four hundred times and thinking the skin will remain intact
You become lost and very ignorant of the facts
Thus you continue to drown yourself in your feeble attempts
Losing sight of what matters and instead of taking matters into your own hands
You take things out of context and jump into unnecessary conclusions
You see, when your heart finally meets a heart that does not just compliment its beat but strengthens it
the mind becomes weak and ***** up that harmony
I met a beautiful soul who made me believe that love at first sight was not just a saying but a possibility
A beautiful soul who made me understand a woman's heart by just looking into her eyes and listening to her voice
A beautiful soul who knew how to open up my heart by just kissing my lips and telling me words like, words like, words like ...
Words that even I as a poet find it difficult to convey
I will admit
I only wrote love poems because I was a poet who was gifted in the art of pen but when it comes to the matters of the heart
She made me realize that she was poetry in a world that was still learning the alphabet
She was the light in a world that was comfortable with darkness
She was happiness in a world that had lost all hope and was bathing in confusion
She brought life into my dark world that was defined by death and made me woke again
Because of her I walk paths I thought I'd never walk again and
I speak words I never thought I'd speak again,
With meaning, purpose and confidence
I love her and
My love for her is yet to be defined ...