Parts of You

You step into a room, one foot stalking the other, perfectly. you walk in all directions with reason. you're feet led---I wander blindly through the weight of the day heavy to find you and tell you "I need you." You have fiery eyes that dissolve everything around them leaving ash leaving want leaving a precise hunger absolute in its form: Two eyes, Two Moons you hold in your possession. I have been redefined here, I have made my home here, in your presence. Your lips are full. I crave to put my Hot mouth on them. they are firm like oak. soft as the petal of the orchid. your lips are full of energy that drives me to addiction---intensely---like day break---high noon---high, I devour a silent promise track-marked by infinity. You're voice is classical---a masterpiece written in the depths of the ocean, rising to crash into the thin air that I swallow. I swallow you downward through my September. through its subtle silence. your voice reaches my heart like the Daughter of the Sky "speak to me!" Your hair is made of the strands of sand the vast deserts hold. It falls softly, through my fingers burning my imprints. pulled and tangled your hair was washed with the root of a rose and transformed into a field of petals without purpose, other than leaving the aroma of tranquility behind. Your skin falls over my body like light like darkness a noticeable weightlessness. I begin and end with the texture of your skin. I want to push myself through you so that I know what I am touching so that I know what I want to feel.