Heavy is the hand which does not know its possible,
To explore the universe in a gentle caress.
Slowly as the green grass grows,
Should your skin touch mine.
Tender lips in places left untouched in sin,
Only with your softness can the fire start within.
Trace my face with a kind embrace,
Of limbs extending from bodies entwined.
Dramatic feelings of closeness and bonds,
Aren't built from bricks but rather of stones,
Smoothed by rushing water.
Breathing shallow as the sun sets,
On all your fears and horrors and regrets.
Let me show you what it's like,
To speak the language of emotion and strife,
While creating the most beautiful world,
Reached only by the gods of old.
© watchingthedarkness