Dove

To touch your words would be pure grace of beauty
On my fingertips
And i would trace the lines of your lips around mine
Reminding me a thousand times
And a thousand times after that
That we speak the same knowing femme language
That the whole of you resides in me as woman
That we are sapphires of poetry
A true gift of natural shine

You make my thoughts deeper
Better
Wider than the ocean apart from you
Oh M
My dove
Please, i beg dip your pen
In the cherry red blood
Of my heart
And write my story
And i dip mine in you and ink
You out of me in amazing glory