Her mouth;
corners raised in a curious smile
engendering her patience
and serene
acceptance of my foolishness
seems to be speaking
all words
at once of itself
beyond the trembling of the tongue
The fragrant red is
like the glare of deepest crimson
and paired
with a sweet and delicate texture
evokes
the appearance of being
carved from the flesh
of a flower's petals
perhaps a rose
I feel as though a kiss
from these lips
would mean
certain and immediate
immolation
in their warmth
and soft embrace
The idea of this kiss
beacons and seizes me
and my wonder is the sound
her breath makes
Her cheeks;
still and verdant
like the land men are born of
and stiller still
as the graves that embrace us
dark and luminous
as better and worse
vibrant and proud
of the eyes they endorse
My pride
is angry
at the nothing
that isn't there at all
Her eyes;
alight
like the flame
that burns within me
keeps me walking
towards that gaze
days after days
clear like a stream
in love with a mountain
cutting through me
like so many years
running through my mind
The fire of this gaze
ignites me
and there is no more
to see
no reason to be free
just me
and my
Eternity