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.