Vessel

The tide rises and falls
within each breath.
Moistened lips of dew drop kisses
invade my sanctuary with
a welcomed intrusion.
In voices
a melody plays,
intoxicating ears to illusion.
Touches that burn through forever,
gaining nearness of proximity.
Slightness of air passes between us,
secrets shared,
wet without a touch.
Anticipation heightens,
gentle intensity.
Carried on mended wings of hope,
stowed deep within
this vessel
called....
my Heart