The Girl From The Long White Cloud

I want to worship your body.

Pray on my knees, for you are my church.

For me, I wish to lay my head in your lap and melt away.

I want to trace the lines of your tattoos.

Kiss the poetry they write my lips.

I want to lose myself in the curve of you neck,

Inhale your scent and breathe in your soul.

On the valleys of your back and legs,

I would run my tongue and kiss my way.

And your sweet lips and wild hair feel like the home I crave so much.

I lose myself in the colors of your eyes,

An explosion of browns, ambers, and greens.

I see a universe of colors and possibilities in your irises.

I want to stargaze upon the freckles on your face,

Trace my fingers along the stunning new constellations.

I crave your voice to say my name,

For nothing can be lost in that translation.

More than anything I want you to love me,

And cross this ocean that keeps us apart.