AS A LOVER

Just as the fragrance of her skin flows through my nostrils

Just as her soft skin is acknowledged through my fingers

Just as her heart beat resounds through out my ears

 

I know within each giving tick and beat of the moment

She is mine

Not as an item

Not as an object to own

But as an idea of heart that pulses within my very own soul

Just as a dream dances across the shoulders of my eyelids

Her soft voice ripples every sense within my box-like world

And so, I do own her

But not as an object

Not as an item

But as a lover.