Surrender - I.

by me.

 

If there was ever bliss to be found,

I feel that I must have it from no other but you—

You and the gentle softness of your lips

The tender white-crimson silk of your caress

The azure heat of your gaze that swallows me whole

The golden blaze of your smile that sears my skin

How I have dreamt for your lips on my lips

For your caress to mould my flesh

For your gaze to make me yours, and

For your smile to be my own

Hands and limbs entwining, bleeding into one

A blaze of color and light

Yours and mine

I am all your own in the blue forever flame

And you are mine in the ruby bolts of sea

Curl your palm into mine

Sink into me

As the ocean limns the shore to its own in lace

And together, in a blaze of silver starlight

Burning cerulean in indigo skies

Our lips meet and I know—

If there was ever bliss to be found,

I feel that I must have it from no other but you.

 

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Yes, I know that this doesn't really have meter. I am sadly no poet. Sigh.