Tales of her love...

Come, child, sit by me
So I can tell you a story about love
Because you will always be old enough for temptation
It may be late, but this is the hour
The time every woman learns to spell desire
On the intricacies of flesh
You are too beautiful to not understand
We all eventually learn the tales of Eros
By feeling the warmth of another
Taking their breath and defining love

Flirting with loveless wanting
He wrapped his arms around her pillar
Holding her close enough to remember
Her smell the next morning
And she will remember his touch
Memories tracing lines of forgettable lust
She stood there with her hip cocked to one side,
While he occupied his hands with her curves
She still kissed the end of her cigarette
As he electrified the back of her neck
Her love is power

Stealing moments of love together
Seconds that others only pray for
Their eyes ignited revolutions when they danced
And their caresses sent shockwaves through blood
Finally their hearts could beat together
Her hair kept falling in her face
He pushed back her veil to rest behind her ear
Every second renewing his vows
Their souls were married yet their hands belonged to others
They never kissed through layers of perfection
Her love is harmony

Laying together swirling in sheets of laughter
Soaking the blanket with words of mental seduction
And when they were finally exhausted
They painted words of passion
Cursive is perfect if you only use the fingertips
Sending sensations along bones and muscles
Naming each molecule with a small breath from the lips
Calling forth stories they have yet to dream
Words that they have yet to weave
Into tales and visions of temporal bliss
Her love is art

They were in love with shadows
Visions that danced in hallucinations
Figments of the imagination sent from heaven
Or was it hell? They were never good at deciphering
Even in the brightest moments of day
And the darkest folds of the night
Sloppily fixating on a tunnel vision future
Kaleidoscope love that disappears with the light
They don’t know if they were in love with each other
Or with just the idea of entangled arms
Her love is broken

He never decided if he was going to kiss her
Or if he was going to envelope her body in his arms
Perhaps his heart was beating too fast
To hear their own thoughts of impulse
Physical collisions were almost accidental
Lips clumsily connecting
And eyes occasionally meeting to reaffirm
That for one night it was okay to keep each other
To keep each other warm and safe and complete
Her love is tender

He whispered in her ear and it tickled her brain
They spoke to each other in different languages
Of the mind, of the soul, and of the land
But they were fluent in the tongue of the body
Holding hands every time
Even when they couldn’t get any closer
Ensuring that they were together inside and out
She never felt better to take a man on her chest
And whisper back into his spirit
Her love is connection

Some men will call you names
Titles invented to harness your body
And your warmth that they long for
Others will seek your spirit
And look deep into your eyes
Searching for a chance into your dreams
But remember child, that no matter how they elevate you
Whether they bring your body closer to heaven
Or give sensation to your thoughts
That only you will be able to define love

Please, child, don’t be frightened
I don’t tell you this tale of women to bring sadness
Or to spark fantasies of encounters
No, child, I tell you this so that one day
I can say that her love is whole
I have found fragments throughout life
But I am waiting, I am lusting, I am brooding
And I am dreaming for the one moment
Where her love is whole
Where my love is whole