Ambrosia

What could be more 

than the taste of your lips? 

As my thoughts ponder the raindrops left on my window 

My fingertips softly touch

the cold glass 

My breath making the outside world unclear 

Your lips taste of smooth ambrosia

caressed in bliss...

Stealing up the covers 

the rain reminds me of the time

without question or hesitation 

you gave your love to me 

Your lips spoke a whisper 

I will forever recognize...

A voice like the wind

upon the walls that stirs the silk

warms the chill 

and encases the spill

of the moon and stars 

You tell me things   

my soul memorizes...

If I were a breath in time 

I would spend myself 

upon your skin 

and end it all

breathing in the smell of

loving You.