Aching for you
Your whispers stir
my quiet waters
like puffs of air roaming
through the night,
softly stroking
the well of my soul,
which I feel residing
in the most inconceivable
places under my skin.
Like a worshipping ocean
I arch towards you
my distant power moon,
as your translucent fingers
dance upon my swelling waves
and millions of particles of light
spiral through my depths,
clinging to my vastness
like stardust to a comet.
You make me ache for you ...
With every fiber of my being
I stretch towards
the core of you.
With fearless boldness
I face your tempting flames,
ready to achieve an act of faith
with my joyous leaps
of pure innocence.
Love,
Margherita
