I'm drinking in the sight of you before me,
like wine that matches the color of your charvet shirt.
The whole world is still whilst I gaze upon you like an angelic being
because you are more sacred to me than religion.
Everything blurs into shapeless colors
rushing past my mind,
but I've never studied something so closely as every millimeter of your skin in this frozen moment.
The camera's lense displays an out of focus photograph,
you being the only clarity.
Looking at you right now,
the world is right and lovely.
The inscription of this moment will forever be inked on my body,
written in blood,
not yours
but my own
because the promise I am upholding is to myself.
The scruff of your unshaven face is comfortable.
I relish in the thought that if you blinked
my cheeks would be graced with the full lashes that frame warm, twinkly eyes,
possessing the type of joy that's found in the sereneness of nirvana.
Lips, soft as flower petals, stunningly contrast the maroon of your shirt.
They're turned up in the ghost of a smile,
absently expressing content with the world.
It's not one thing that my eyes are drawn to, it's everything because you are everything to me.
You are the reason for the laughs that make my cheeks sore,
the focus of my orbs,
and the cause for the beat of my heart,
because without you there wouldn't be one.
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Pondering
PoetryI write because emotion spills out of me. This is a collection of my poems and other writing. "My words are tiny pieces of me, each one specially woven just for you. And I will give, and give, and give, and give, until I am nothing and I become your...
