The mark of teeth on sun-kissed skin
In dark hours of morning
My flooding heart murmurs in overt clarity
On the precipice of severance from normalcy
You revealed to me
Devotion set in stone
An etching decipherable only by our tongues.
Your lips speak immaculate.
Laden with praise cultivated
In royal gardens of vine and petal.
A treasure not held in hands.
Encounter of a nature unrealized.
Coincidence lies only in proximity.
I awoke far removed from shame.
Morning light in emulation of my heart.
In the days following
A falling away.
Embers carried by my own exhalation.
Exposed and unspoken.
Submerged in uncertainty.
The tenderness of your presence
Tending to wounds not of the flesh.
I began to perceive a parallel
With every delving venture.
Mentality mirrored physicality.
Yearning inundated my perception.
Comfort gave way to struggle.
A meshing of two worlds
Satiation held hands with frustration.
The conception of our empire.
You provided answer
Sought long and hard but question forgotten.
I give my whole.
In my contentment
I must remember to stave off complacence.
A priceless paragon I hold in regard.
I pray, remain mine.