Reminiscent

When he touches me the mouth of Heaven opens up... I'm speaking on Silver-linings, Cosmic mood swings, ethereal energy.. uncover the layers of me kept hidden away.

Expose me-

in my rawest form.

Allow me to exist here in this moment unblemished.

Pure.

His touch is Righteous... Holy, and Reverent.

There is God in that act

there is God in this man.

God in his hands, God in his eyes,

Glory when you allow yourself to feel

My leaning on begins its journey of leaning in

and I'm leaning into him now

Head bowed, eyes closed, use these hands to tell me your story.

Use these hands to interrupt my moment of weakness.

My vessel in mourning but its the tender touch of thumb against cheek, thumb against tears, thumb against lips that leave me breathless.

My face magnetic, I am stuck to you here, please tell me you don't mind the chill.

Back straight, face blank, but eyes wild.

Angels rejoicing in your iris

There is a spark here, electricity tingling between the whisper of protect me and please me. Illuminate me in the moonlight. The universe is obviously yours to command. You have a way about you.

Knowing your place has always been at my side, but choosing to let me lead. Is this how you love me?

Should I be prepared to be interrupted? Your fingers falter but I am no where near done leaning in so let me lay with you. I want to be Seraphic. This is already Sacred.