you leave me with an empty tongue,
with no spiralling words.
you leave me with an empty mind,
where no images flash like carousel spins,
and no thoughts play bumper cars,
inside of my head;
except for the delicate image,
of the most exceptional face
i have ever seen.
your voice it swivels,
as smooth as liquid,
so soft, like the wind.
and every vowel,
every ink spot,
every shape formed by
your mouth of roses,
sticks to me.
i cling to your speech,
like static electricity,
and the strongest of magnets.
the melody of your alphabet,
encircles me like garlands, and
can draw diamonds from my eyes.
it can pull my marionette arms,
around your shoulders,
to touch your milky skin.
it has me.
your bones stay so soundly,
so beautifully,
as you sit,
perched,
and perfect.
the architecture, so inviting,
so firm, and slim,
but with high ceilings,
just enough room for me.
when you move,
there is nothing else,
only the shape which i fit perfectly beside.
my glazed eyes,
so watered down with love,
trail upon each step,
each jump,
each blink.
an image full of admiration.
with every hand that you spread
to accommodate my fingers,
and every limb that you stretch,
upon my body,
and every heart that you give,
to the love that needs them,
you have me.
every gaze filled with such tender depth,
that you lay upon me,
and with every word that you whisper
onto an open record,
you have me.
i have entangled myself
around your statuette figure,
with my limbs, like vines,
that will never let you go.
i have a love so strong,
that not a word could afford it,
not a breath could support it.
but may such attempts brighten,
the bluest of eyes,
and widen the most hypnotic of smiles,
and carry the largest of hearts.
i will keep you close.
i love you.
