Cast upon the rivers
of half-finished fairytales,
so long awaiting to rise
above the embers of nevermore
into chapters that redefined
all that I had ever been without you...
Into spring-awakened blossoms of poetry
saturating sweet breezes of metaphor
into all that I have become...
Since the satin of your fingerprints
reached beyond the words
Kiss the cheek as time stands still,
when just one moment speaks.
A blending of two spirits...breathe,
as breathless leaves me weak.
A touch without the physical,
shall only heighten sultry dreams.
Anticipating silky soft,
the hope of midnight screams.