Gallery of words

Creeping sleepily into the port

to the lucidity of you,

my ideal found new form

wrapped in the arms of the artist.

I feel dawn,

the heat of the day warms my cheek

while your impassioned hands

draw me on.

Sense and sensibility sheaf their weapons,

forging an unbreakable bond.

Satin skin becomes only a vessel.

Eyes no longer portals,

lips mere tools.

Finding the truth becomes easier

as my heart, mind and body fall apart.

Words falter in my mouth,

Sentiments remain the same

but fearful of the panic

which they may inflame in the mind of the artist,

free spirited and deep,

so for now I’ll not say the words

and only my own counsel I’ll keep.