Underneath your gaze,
I do feel a fire light.
And as you caress me,
my raging heart does ignite.
And heavens do I teal,
from your beloved grace.
This electricity that consumes me,
in such an otherworldly pace.
And you hold me in your arms,
as if I am your purity.
You brush away the tears,
as if we are in no insanity.
And maybe you find yourself to be,
the epitome of my world.
Because my feelings for you,
have finally come to be unfurled.
As you are my blissful sun,
to this mayhem of untoward fun.
You are this confounding sadness,
to my world so filled with madness.
And I do bring myself to confess,
these desires that I cannot contest.
For experience I am lacking,
and these words I am tracking.
But it is hard explaining my seat,
for I fear you will vacate our lover's feat.
YOU ARE READING
Poesy of Eloquence
Poetry❝ this tragedy is soaked with tears that dry the ink in my hands. ❞ ━ the poesy I've yearned to release ever since I taught myself to pick up the pen and write. ❝ for if the painting of my words be the garden upon the gate of heaven, glimpse them...
