Love is This

Touch this heart, this face, this soul, it beats for you alone.
Feel this pulse, this skin, this warmth, it’s feels a day too old.
See these eyes, these ears, these toes, they fall distinctly mute.
Love this hair, these lungs, the air, it sings of beauty’s truth.
Find the scars, these hands, these arms, the strength the beast contains.
Breathe her taste, her freckled face, the beauty that belle is made.
Hold these feet, these soles, these teeth, the sheep her mouth consist.
Take her breaths, her tongue, her breasts, and sigh for love is this.

~ by blueskysurrender on April 9, 2007.