tasting the lingering thought of you
wildly adoring your spirit i drink
your passion in deep gulps of yes;
your name rolls off my tongue
in velvet smooth tenderness.
and what to say love, that i love,
or do not love, that we love, or do not;
is it not love when souls dance
upon the moment of now;
entangling themselves as they whisper,
entranced in the everything and nothing?
for who can define or assign
degrees to something so vast,
as if it had form
with its meaning,
as if a word
could be heavy or light;
as if passion could be engulfed
in only four letters.
of all i breathe
it is your soul i wish to inhale,
in all i see, it is you
that forms before my eyes.
you color my world in prisms of wonder,
and i find myself stunned by your beauty.
your passion in deep gulps of yes;
your name rolls off my tongue
in velvet smooth tenderness.
and what to say love, that i love,
or do not love, that we love, or do not;
is it not love when souls dance
upon the moment of now;
entangling themselves as they whisper,
entranced in the everything and nothing?
for who can define or assign
degrees to something so vast,
as if it had form
with its meaning,
as if a word
could be heavy or light;
as if passion could be engulfed
in only four letters.
of all i breathe
it is your soul i wish to inhale,
in all i see, it is you
that forms before my eyes.
you color my world in prisms of wonder,
and i find myself stunned by your beauty.
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