You hold <br />my face <br /> <br />delicately in your hands <br /> <br />gaze at it <br /> <br />kiss an eyelid <br /> <br />lips <br /> <br />then <br /> <br />lips <br /> <br />again <br /> <br />the dimple in my chin <br /> <br />bring it near <br /> <br />hold it at a distance <br />as if to study <br /> <br />the transformation <br />you have wrought upon it <br /> <br />you kiss it <br />with eyes open...eyes closed <br /> <br />the calligraphy <br />of your love <br /> <br />with kisses <br />for words <br /> <br />as if I were <br />a poem <br /> <br />being written <br /> <br />my mind <br />swooning <br /> <br />with each touch <br />of the pen <br /> <br />my face <br />an open book <br /> <br />upon which <br />is written <br /> <br />again <br />& again <br /> <br />'I love...I love! '<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/upon-which-is-written/
