My Joy
Like a delicate flower
placed between
the pages of a book
for safe keeping
your heart is safe
pressed between
the pages of my soul.
Like letters of brilliant
calligraphic artistry
the words of my love
are splashed upon
the paper of your heart.
Like gushing drops from
a fountain of purest joy
that you drink in
with wild abandon
drunk yet
sobered by need.
Covered in whispers
of shimmering sounds
like rain drops upon
your naked skin.
Our tenderness is a point
where our desires are met
with willing joy.
Our love is vast
our love is rich
our love is our
freedom to be
I love that image of being held in someone's soul. This is so beautiful.
Lovely!