_____by Poetique
She's the light in my dark
the invisible high for my spark
the nectar that feeds my crescendo
the know in my ledge
the words that I flow as I splurge
no limits
our worlds can't be judged
some say it
I feel it
she's the expansion in my lungs
I retain
what I can
as her aroma is hung
awaiting the feel
I proceed
to go through
let it wrap
let it stain
I became her scent
I mature
with every step
I feel pure
I bloom through my cocoon
I'm…still…in her fumes
her lips sauté
as we hold and lay
content through the world's dismay
the troubles we face
our hearts
the only place we stay
the need for her
the need to feed my soul
of her
the need to feed her soul
of me
her purity
to just be
regardless
no obstacles for my Queen
her radiance beams
what her being means
is much more than
what society says
her existence
compliments
every inch of her essence
she subsists
She's the thought of the day
the very first image to appear
as other's fade
she keeps me
she's my reality
my fantasy
my fiction
my non
the bud of our friction
when our energies coincide
the calm
in my chaos
when our worlds collide
the sweetest taste of passion
the way she draws me in
letting me in
letting me sink deep
I visit her pores
she visits mine
the anchor of my core
she heals the pains in my sores
she keeps me covered when I'm nude
my strength
my fuel
my motivation to keep going
to keep flowin'
my teacher
to keep learnin'
and knowin'
my preacher
when my spirit is absent
She's the corners of my smile
the tingles
the warmth when we mingle
she's my insides
when I'm lost
she's my guide
when I'm tilted
she balances
smooth with ease
she's my ballet dancer
body straight stands
ready to please
she's on the surface
part of my external factor
carrying the weight
as the world goes blacker
reminiscing on the day that I "macked" her
I spoke a simple tongue
a sweet companion
our friendship had begun
made her rethink
what she was used to
differently
not like those that were shady
those that abused
misused
took for granted
the love that was planted
between two special people
She's the beauty within the beauty
skin deep
so I wrote her poetry
to let her know
that words are beautiful
my words
are her words
the element of me
this is how I express how much she means to me poetically
words can be just words
but these words she knows
only goes
only directed
only…
only…
to her soul
