When the air
is brightened
by a visit

It welcomes
this new
presence

Abiding in
its own
sweetly deep
silence

This sunlight
has its own
delicate
sound

Impressionists resemble
the typing patterns of your delicate
slender fingers

leaving unforgettable emotions
arisen

by your beauty

revealed as luminous
love poetry

You are my dream and my nightmare, a delicate being that has been created on this earth. Your soft fingers touch every inch of my warm olive skin as i sleep, my body craves that, your gentle touch, all over me.
You are the dream i've been afraid of, the only one that has strained all my thoughts. because once those made up dreams come out to play, it goes into fates hands and fate will be the one allowed to make the changes, we then are no longer capable of controlling the little things or how the ending will be, it could all be a nightmare or the charming dream that has been consuming your mind, i guess that's the hidden beauty of it all you could say.

I love you and your heart
The beating of it against my breast
I could just fall apart
Like little beads on the floor
Tiny shattered pieces
Of course I would only want more
When you take my fingertips
With sweet nothings
And a smile for me on your lips
I love you
Til death
To death
...
Evermore