Take My Word

please ... close your eyes to me feel the melting moonlight brush your lids with its wan wonder ... draw a passion dream in your mind's eye and press its wishes to my lips ... talk your tastes to me - use a honeyed tongue to tempt the twilight, and kill me with your quiet questions ... your heart will bleed its hunger to ask what you ache and I WILL answer ... my hands convey their replies - words I dare not speak, I will write upon your catkin skin in cursive glyphs - the language of your fevered flesh, caressed to bumpy shivers in the blue nacre beams of a languid, leafless moon ... your body is a page, pure - my hands and mouth, intimate implements that write my poetry upon you - a tactile, temporal verse of tender intent and passionate purpose ... please, close your eyes to me, and let sound drown in the mists of gloaming ... you don't need my voice to know the depth of my love - three words in your ear have not the rhythm nor rhyme of my embrace - so please, just take my word ... the precious, eager, eloquent word ... of my touch.