I communicate
with the breath
of my soul.
Is there anything
more pure than this?
To exhale
the language of lovers
and taste words that
can only be felt
by the heart.
It is there
where beauty resides.
The true
essence of the soul.
It is here
that I hear
her speak
these thoughts
“Held in your
heated gaze
vanishing brushstrokes
painting pleasures
In waves
Following the
flow of desires
as breaths
quicken slightly
anticipating your
next move.
I surrender to you
my release so close
Beckoning forth
the night
so I can
let it all go”.
