Words Were Born
Words were born that they might find your ear.
A gentle breath against you, my lips brush your skin
with the desire to whisper every word you could
never hope to hear from another.
Volumized in colorful meaning, adorned in gems of truth.
They sate and appease in the moments need
to be something more than words.
To be something more living.. Breathing.
Our gaze meets, a smiling comfort in your eyes
reprises a longing that remained
unspoken while conveying everything.
I'd gladly drown within the gaze that you reflect.
Spellbound trepidation founded in the unknown
as my fingers linger upon you, heralding their intent.
The murmuring excitement rushing through your
heart chords to strum in musical bliss against my touch.
If only every moment born of my impulse could
cause such stirs within a creature so exquisite.
If every aching entice of my hand and lips could
bring you to move to my whim. I'd never need for food,
water, or shelter again.
Copyright © Jesse Zerlaut | Year Posted 2016
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