If I were
swallowed
by your gaze
drenched
by your touch
marked
by your teeth
ever so lightly
danced
in the rhythm of your step
exhaled
like the thin smoky reed
of
your breath
thrilled
at the precipice of your voice
dangled
by a silver string that
by a silver string that
slowly
unravels
from
your tongue
If I were
embossed
by the imprint
of your surrender
would I
become whole?
Sounds very familiar.
ReplyDeleteThank you. There are previous incarnations of this poem I've shared. Perhaps the timeless message of one's becoming whole in the eyes of the other also rings true at our existential core.
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