Thursday, October 16, 2014

Taste

Guardian of my past and future 
My world has imploded
I watch as you bathe languidly in my destiny.
If I’m your beloved,
Caress me with whispers of a secret language
Only we two share.
Fill me with tender kisses,
Till I’m drowning in the grasp of your love 
The incandescent beauty of two becoming one.
Crawl beneath my skin and pour
The fragrance of your spirit
Into every ruptured and scarred artery
Of my soul.
Until I’ve tasted the very last drop of its fruit
And know
You are good.

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