I let a single gilded tear fall
and he caught it on his fingertips.
I held back the rest
as he took it, drawing a salt filled heart on my shoulders
then he kissed it away.
His angelic breath
healing me, moving through me;
his spiritual being
leaving little rose petals down my spine.
Heaven’s gates slide shut
wrapping me in his phosphorescence;
The semi-opaque world of life
striking through the twilight of my sealed eyes.
I am unbound.
The last molecule of oxygen
flees from my parted lips;
silk sheets slip away
in the air, they momentarily float
fold, like the feather of a dove.
I am illuminated.
He holds my head against his chest.
A little dew drop rests on my lip,
a single droplet of sweat,
that concentrated proof of the love that we made.
Thank you as always for reading and sharing your thoughts with me. I love to hear your take on my poems and see if you make connections that I may not have even meant when writing or find the ones , the crossovers , word usages that I did use on purpose.
-Wishing you the brightest of days,Eva
” Me and the pen, we are one. If its ink would cease to flow, my ink would cease to flow.”