the fireplace crackles
while the snow lightly fell outside the window;
each flake gently settling on the ground,
oh, when winter lives in summer!
what can i say about you?
nothing that i haven’t already said before, but can never say it enough.
the sparkling coloured eyes that looks into my eyes,
always whispering a thousand unspoken words!
a gentle tapping rain hitting the skylight,
quickly fills in the silence of the interrupted sleep.
the reflection of the beating of each others hearts,
exposed the nervousness within.
the candlelight flickers as it shows the smile, the grin;
exposing the beauty that is you.
you are so beautiful.
you are the desire that fills my emotion;
the way she whispers her words, the soft touch of her hands,
caressing the mind and body.
this passion filling our voids, needs and desires.
here within my hands,
it is you that i am holding close!
tonight, here we are.
in some founded deep desire,
the passion
acts on the feelings within;
here i am!
your soft skin, your gentle kiss.
the warmth, the honesty.
here we are like some puzzle piece,
her hand fitting perfect in mine;
a gentle squeeze, and i feel safe.
her face angelic, and I’m lost within her eyes again.
endless thoughts and unbounded emotions cover my mind like a thick fog rolling into a cityscape;
she seeped through the cracks of voidance,
everything i kept to myself,
everything i kept private
and everything behind everything in my life, she knew all about it.
i wasn’t supposed to let that happen!
and yet she found a way in.
every physical moment apart, she’s there, knocking at the thought,
and every moment together is just never long enough!
the passion rises
as the sun sets below the sailing schooner’s deck.
the clink of a wine glass toast;
a dinner for two.
a drop of wax drips down the side of the candle,
flickering flame.
romance is endless like the sea.
her hair flows in the sailing breeze.
her face of electrifying beauty,
draws the desire deeper within my soul.
lost in the stars twilight,
the moonlight shimmer’s across the water’s surface.
she is my island, my paradise.
she turns a cluster of words that scatter inside my head,
into a poetic prose that is her; perfectly stated,
but never coming close to her breathtaking beauty.
so, what can i say about her?
nothing that i haven’t already said before but i can never say it enough.
she makes me feel free.
she is the music to my words, and i need her.
the fireplace crackles
while the snow lightly fell outside the window;
each flake gently settling on the ground,
oh, when winter lives in summer!
c. 2017 BGW
