Touch

I want you here with me. I’m losing my way Without gentle kisses and “I love you“‘s caressing your fingertips with mine. My compass points forever Towards you, can you see my pleas plastered to your eyelids? Can’t you see that I need you? Touch is a poem that lacks word and rhyme. It is a rose petal upon a bed of diamonds, resting upon the skin of lovers. Can you feel its rosy hues in the air between our lips? Look into my teardrop eyes and tell me what you see. My soul is calling out to you, It’s song masked by Hummingbird heartbeats and Fluttering butterfly’s wings. I fear your senses Because I crave to be a part of it. Will you let me inside so that I may truly love you? Let me show you that “I love you” is eternal When it sinks beneath the skin.