We speak in a lovers language
Only we can decipher.
You know me so well,
That my words serve me not.
Take my eyes, place them in yours
Recite my soul’s scope.
Oh for my bruise
Scarred from your mouth
Purpled and blued
Made of making love with you.
A tear in my caustic being
Creating in me a soft spot,
For heroine you.
Come to me dearie,
You have swooned me infinitely.
