Cleft of His Chin

My eyes climb the cleft of his chin

with the hand carved dimple within

tripping on its rise and falling for him.

I want to savor the deep hollow

clench it to my crimson velvet heart

withstanding particles of frozen time

before the thaw overtakes him

and melts the craggy dented face.

His chin cranny mirrors my soul

beckons with honeyed perforation

reflects the yearning feeling embracing

as the crazy wind whispers its sighs.

My passion flies his azure skies

and crawls into his dimple

pocketed from harbingers outside

absorbed into safety of his psyche

immersed in pulse of his heartbeat.