The most natural of acts

Soft is the spark lit within,
centered in the core of my being,
the world has became a blur,
of natural colors in splendid motion.
I soar through the sky, out in to space,
lost beyond all communication.

every movement sends a sensation,
like tickling warm water down my back,
as I take one step closer to you,
it's like I'm crossing the depths of the earth,
culminating in a voyage beyond the description of words.

stars flash before my eyes as they water,
the weight of cars descend upon me,
words become trapped deep in my throat,
my tongue becomes as thick as rope,
all but a whimper can't escape my mouth.

the subtle beauty in your laughter sets me on fire,
delighted I find myself in flames of infatuation,
mortified of my own inability to put forth my case,
potentially risking the unbearable scenario of losing you.

you remove your hair from your face,
unveiling the sparkling green diamonds posing as eyes,
I'm blinded by the shining of your smile,
rocked to the core by the symphonic nature of your voice,
sent cross the universe when your hands touch mine.

I shiver by the thought of your body against mine,
dizzy when you whisper promises in my ear,
my heart damn near explode with bliss when you lean in,
lips forming what I believe is the invitation to a kiss,
the surface of the moon seem all but closer when the encounter,
of our lips is no longer the recurring dream I have during
the loneliest of nights.

so soft, yet so firm this collision of emotions...
I'm in awe of the power hidden inside us,
unleashed by the most natural of acts.