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.