Love
Sweet, sensual.
Giving, hoping, feeling.
Consumes your whole being
*Passion.

Sometimes less is more,
When more threatens
To become too much.

His name purred on her lips; 
She loved the way it
Rolled around on her tongue,
Loosened her vocal chords 

Every time she said 
his name aloud,
It felt as though she were 
Becoming more and more
Well versed in him; 
His character,
His very being

Let me in, so I can ***** your soul
under waters, I can edify my own
silent noise, and your voice takes control
like loud whispers of soul music
your eyes sharpen my heart
gestures may rest while my writing takes a stand
minds collidin' in the inside of space
touching of bodies takes time, no pace
you're designed from the deep-end of my soul
like a sculpture standing tall in abundance.

I was just going
To post my poetry
When I decided I might
Leave forever

*~Marian~