The Truth
Love is a language
spoken in whispers
In quiet glances
there are tiny chances
to be seen,
to press your image
on my heart
and move it
through my body
where I want you to be
Love is a song
only heard
by the one in love
It can be a battle cry
or a lullaby
but whatever it is,
it takes you
to the final crescendo
stripped to the bone
and shivering
Love is a poem
being written
by a beam of inspiration
straight from the star,
straight from the source
of its beating heart
I no longer fear
the open sky
I come alive
in its silence
Love is a palette
we paint with;
each caress a color
on the spectrum
of passion, every kiss
an unspoken connection
to the golden Heaven
that is your aura
I wish to live
where your color
blends with mine —
in the pigment
that creates my life,
the reason I rise
But although our shade
is ripe and lush,
in spite of our hearts
we dare not dip the brush
In every gaze
there are innumerable ways
to be chased, to be received
like a warm bed’s comfort
after a hard day
I have never felt another
embrace me this way —
without touching, I feel
your secrets and your desire
to keep them
but they have their own plans
When I feel a warm energy
embrace me, I know it’s you
behind me
pretending it doesn’t matter
that I am here and so are you,
pretending you feel nothing
and I feel nothing too
But honey, we both know
that couldn’t be farther
from the truth.
© 2020 Jacqueline Ann
