lotus flower

Soft shades
figures
Lightly traced
quivered tender
question face
Silhouettes destined
Longing in song
this yearning
Fills me with wrong
Would it consume me
Heart concerts on
your face moves
strong
Crevices long
Corners
My exposed look
shades in
Darkens your eyes
Surrounding the
Pale satin lace lay
not ever
Flaps around quickly
Always together
revealing till
shoulders
Draping Your skin
Filling my desired
sense
belonging
expressing
your nape
drifting
Hair
Bouncing feathers
Revealing
Glance down
Sighing creates
melody pleasure
Tranquil embrace
The room moves me still
kept awake
Spills over
Soft frills
Pressing in place
My heart escapes
I retrace
So much relief
pent guilt
erased
two feet
stand in place
A State of grace
Memorizing the lines
Of
your face