Jesse Zerlaut Poet Prose Poetry

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.

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Venita Schindler May 26, 2017 at 1:31 PM Beautiful Jesse Zerlaut May 26, 2017 at 7:56 PM Thank you for taking the time to read it. :)

Bette Bavington May 26, 2017 at 9:36 AM A love poem that gives the reader a look in to what everyone wants is awesome. Thank you for sharing. Jesse Zerlaut May 26, 2017 at 7:55 PM Thank you, Bette. I think it's important to understand that everyone wishes nothing more than to be desirable to someone they care for.

Team Poetrysoup May 26, 2017 at 5:59 AM Amazing work Jesse. We do not get to comment on poems much, but when something catches our attention...well... Jesse Zerlaut May 26, 2017 at 7:54 PM Thank you, I'm honored you took the time to post on this. As well as today on my 16th wedding Anniversary

Anil Deo April 15, 2017 at 6:20 AM Jesse, would this have been the mother of your children? Very well expressed. May I wish you a glorious Ester, though you lost a dear friend a week/s ago, think of the victory of death, sin, and satan that Jesus Yeshua won for us at the Calvary Cross. He is Risen! Hosanna to our King Jesse Zerlaut April 27, 2017 at 1:29 AM It's more a response to that feeling of wanting more in your exchanges with another, than something for entertainment. It's about deep connection, so much that the thought of not having it is an aching pain.