pore

every thought of you
dawns like a blessing
lost in the chase
I often run into you

you brush me by
whispering love
breathing life
through my every pore

my cashmere paradise

how beautifully strange
is stealing of flaming glances
with your beloved –
intoxication suffuses
from each pore
when those eyes dawn over you

time, space, sounds vanish
forgetfulness embraces
the world crumbles away
each sigh, every lament
all prayers answered
tenfold

in the opening of hearts
enough is not enough
a sweet blossoming death
in every exchange

…..

art by Johnathan Ball

∙ tenderheartmusings ∙