the world is ours

my voice

so soft
like a gray pencil
against paper
brushing your neck
stroking softly
with the waves
carrying sounds
that crawl deep inside
and plant in your mind

my hands

firm and strong
but gentle to touch
slide
friction, non-existent
with fingertips
gliding across
the velvet sea

my eyes

closed
non-stressed
the muscles sleeping
on a bed of wool
but I see
all that's going on
seeing with my touch
crossing borders
once unknown

my lips

boiling red
puckered and wet
grasping all that I can
running them
across your cheek
and holding on
tightly

my heart

once broken
now mended
melts all the ice
that once encased
all that was true

radiating heat
the both of us
while time freezes
and love
feels like
a dollar in
an old pair
of jeans

Reviews

[sonnetmoon]

Once again you are revolutionary in poetry. You seem to be crossing many boundaries and exploring new ways to present and represent your work. Thank you for sharing this.
-sonnetmoon

[plainme]

Oh, I'm glad to hear that sonnetmoon, I always like to try new things. Many thanks!

[FateDictates]

wow stranger sublime sexy slam dunk delivery........love it...............

[plainme]

I love that comment! Made me smile, thanks a lot!

[Inda]

Fantastic! Love the pair of jeans bit, really creative too, great job!

[plainme]

Thank you, Inda :-)

[aneeqa]

Very well written......
I loved de last part.....quite deep :)

[plainme]

Thank you very much, aneeqa :-)