No song encompasses this
v a s t feeling.
My lips taste of you,
My clothes smell of you.
I cannot escape,
nor do I wish to
Your subtle eloquence
makes the blood in these veins burn,
your gaze immediately paralyzes this heart that has waited by,
watching time turn.
You mend my insecurities.
Such trivial things disintegrate past those
glistening brown pools, as you
complete the shape of this shuddering body
with your own.
This is more real than
the cut of grass,
the sound of birds,
the taste of sweat,
the thrill of horses.
And now I know why I am here.
