each limb a destination
all his lands
for my hands
mysteries worth exploration
my own eyes
bent and imploring
half drunk and adoring
let me in let me in oh, please let me in!
that man’s lines were poetry
a word for an inch, a word for an inch
i would pay exorbitantly
to know the treasures he hides within
smooth surfaces upon jagged edges
a journey with both gentle and dangerous conditions
and a mouth shaped
to smooth blessed perfection
do I fit there?
can we find out?
the depths within his arms
seemingly perfect to hold me
unbreakable strength offered
for a soft landing to a harsh sea
his star eyes almost too brilliant
but how expertly they navigate me
the beat of his heart
mapping a rhythm to a new world
where X marks the spot
for his abundant riches to unfurl
o, this man is poetry
and I am but a poor writer’s curse
reading him from a distance
and living for each precious verse
-Les'Nspired
