This is the part of the poem where Things like love <br />Start <br />My hand glides across your bedroom wall as I dim the lights, <br />The shadows hiding in your mind, body and heart, <br />Take fright when your pulse quickens and your body gets warm <br />Oceans part when our lips entwine, <br />Our voices carry on throughout the entirety of a sleepless night <br />And every gasping breath we take brews into a whirlwind <br />Where you and I, feathers dancing in the current <br />Willingly, are swept away into heavenly oblivion <br />And like the goddess you are, we scream <br />Creating, inexplicable lights behind my ribs <br />Your eyes, like arrows, they penetrate me, <br />Much like your caress always does <br />This is the part of the poem where things like despair, <br />End<br /><br />Kyle Jones<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/this-is-the-poem/
