my lips crave
to taste your form
to drink in every inch of u
1 sip at a time
swirling your essence around
in my mouth
savoring its depth
my soul craves
to hold onto you
to picture your form
in my frame
corner to corner
horizontically and
vertically
spilling into the canvas
that is me
mixing oils and acrylics
stroking stems and tulips
my hand craves
to hold onto you
melding your form
to my hands as you
write lullabies on my tongue
spilling your ink
in my grasp and appreciating
the flow within my reach
mmmmmm.....
sensual sonnets and hot haikus
yeah thats you
my eyes crave
to see your form
rise from reading my ode to you
wondering if you truly are
the missing piece to my puzzle
because you fit so perfectly
into me
soul meeting soul
on a higher plain than rain
i miss you and wanted you to know
that i love you too
happy birthday
____________________ ~Sankofa Spirit~
"I have come to believe over and over again that what is most important to me
must be spoken, made verbal and shared, even at the risk of having it bruised
or misunderstood.” - Aundre Lorde
hmmm..such a stimulating craving...hopefully it can be satisfied Lady B. You know I have to come up with a reply for this one here...Thanks for the birthday greeting
