In his emerald eyes,
kindness swells
and circles
like the outer bands of a hurricane.
I stand and feel
his wind
blow hard against my face
so that when I breathe
it’s him I inhale.

If I could measure my love
for this beautiful man
it would span the distance
of a hundred galaxies
a hundred times over
and carry the power
of angry infatuation and blind faith.

If I could taste my love for him
it would be sweet
like spring honeysuckle
and linger
like the slight salt
from a
kiss goodnight.

I do not shield my
powerless form, now
drenched in the downpour
of my devotion.
He smiles
and I allow myself
to be washed away
in
this ocean of us.

In his emerald eyes,
kindness swells
and circles
like the outer bands of a hurricane.
I choose
to stand and feel
his wind
blow hard against my face
so that when I breathe
it’s him I inhale.

Wow! Most Excellent!

nice

Great job!

oh yes

nice storm surge

BRAVO!!!

Excellent!

Thank you

d4tc
Mirror
direct
Harold
pkd
Mystique

Such passion

Passion and intensity that I have never before seen in written words..most excellent myanimalcracker

Thank you

Bill
Cav