Glen Hope, PA USA
Laying in your arms,
soft silk against my skin,
I turn to look at you, and you smile.
Your hands trace the curves of my body,
less impatiently than hours before;
and each touch brings back memories
to newly awakened flesh.
Whispers leave your lips, in hushed tones,
falling upon ears that have heard
the beating of your heart.
My lips touch upon your own,
silencing your tongue,
and ingesting the phrases
before they leave your mouth.
No longer a need for words,
we speak volumes in gentle caresses.
Our eyes, hands, and lips convey far more
than mere syllables ever could.
There will be time for speaking later,
when I lie, spent, in your arms;
my body having told you things
my tongue could have never said.
And I will drift off to sleep,
as you whisper in my ear...
safe in the confines of your love.
"Nobody has measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold" ~Zelda Fitzgerald