A Shifting Portrait of Love

A Shifting Portrait of Love

A Shifting Portrait of Love

Let me shower you with a thousand petals
To weave a lullaby of aromas
I would delight myself to breathing all of you into me

Let a blanket of scarlet feathers fall over you
I will take my time in subtly blowing off every petal
And leave a kiss on each spot that will be uncovered

Let me draw poetry on your sinless skin with my lips
Every sigh, a syllable
Every carress, a line
And every nibble, an octave

Let the papers of written words burn in the flame
Light this dusk until dawn
This one sweet afternoon
Of sacred vigil in worship of your physique

Let the bed be our canvas
And as we stir steadily, slowly, softly
Even with our hearts racing in a storm
We will paint a shifting portrait of love
With ruffled sheets, clothes and pillows

Started writing this poem April 29, and almost finished it on the same night. Full moon. I have no idea why but I always get a strong urge to write when there's a full moon. I like it. I'd like to think of myself as a were-poet.

I left it hanging because I lost the fire a few hours later and decided that I should polish it a bit another time when I'm not so tired and here it is.

The photo is from one of our pictures we have from our 1st year anniversary, two years ago.