my immortal poem

 
when I closed my eyes
...& the world went quiet
he whispered my secret name
I felt his breath breeze across my neck
a sensuous zephyr caressing
seeking my pulse point & its rhythm
a vibration deeply affected by his own
skipping staccato racing apace
his fingers spread across my throat
exhaling sultry sentiment upon my blushing face
gentle in their divine arrogance
every thump pumping poetry through me
as heat rose within my hungry hollows
arching my thoughts into his open palms
where he held them carefully
transmuting potential into reality
sculpting my urgency with pure artistry
bringing to the surface
the most exquisite aspects of me
tempestuous sensual arousal
stirred to boiling by a single syllable
that one word heard...
pressed against my startled ear
breath caught...
behind lips slightly parted
writing verse after verse
within & around my stuttering heart
so harmonious was our joining
so perfectly aligned
his lyrics weaving perfectly in & out of mine
inspiring stanzas extravagant
igniting blazes volatile & passionate
burning lines across empty pages
leaving lilac scented ashes in their exquisite stains
his lips brushing across my trembling need
eliciting words aflutter with barely focused greed
bringing to being a longing most haunting
and in his silence I wrote his memory
that he should never be forgotten
creating a living breathing thing
immortalized
the image of my beloved muse
he who gave form
...to my most beautiful poetry