infatuation and butterflies,
more than longing looks
into deep brown eyes.
Loving you is for me
truth of being;
it is the depth
of surrender
into which I
submerge willingly.
Loving you is serenity of thought
conquering chaos from
without;
it is the essence of inspiration
lubricating the flow of
ideas from spirit to mind.
Loving you is the knowledge
in my fingertips- capable of
eletrifying your every nerve;
it is orgasmic with clothes on,
before we even touch.
Loving you is the
meditation of my heart
with my dreams;
it is the illumination of
self previously darkened
by doubt.
Loving you is hypnotic
in its power over me;
it is a fevered mass
of emotion creating
both chaos and calm.
Loving you is joy in
collapsing weak in your arms;
it is gratitude for moments
of quiet revelation spent
in your thoughts.
Loving you is perpetual
pleasure embedded in
every sunrise echoing
the dawning of my hopes
in your eyes;
it is reverence for
the simple delight of sunset,
twilight reflecting my desire
to accept all your facets-
for stars find beauty
in even the darkest sky.
Loving you is more than
infatuation and butterflies,
more than longing looks
into deep brown eyes.
RLT �2000
