If you were my eyes
You would envision streams
of mahogany and stardust dreams
adrift in the air, or so it seems.
If you could be my hands
You would feel the satiny touch
of creamy skin melting as I clutch
what I long to savor oh ... so much
Love this line...
For to be my heart
You would be swept away
in the pulsating frenzy every day
your spirit enters my realm this way
As a momentary replacement for my mind
Awestruck you would be to find
that waiting for our next chapter to unwind
is torture of the most unspeakable kind
and this one
All of this you would know
If you could step inside of me
and experience how my soul has been
captured inside this muse of poetry.