ink
language
what is this language
that flows from your heart to my soul?
periods swirl into commas
questions leap into exclamations
pen breaks, ink spills, love stains
every time you come closer
ivory reverence
let it diffuse
slowly, your wondrous
love-creased scent
perfuming your steps
as you come unbridled
like light flooding a dark room,
waves awashing the shore
let it taint
deeply, your lunatic
care-free innocence
ushering your touch
as you enwrap me
carrying me afloat,
even in free falling
∙ tenderheartmusings ∙ 