the mind catches
free verse from the air
and with my eyes
trace words on
your curved body
delicate fingertips
graze softly over flesh
to capture the raw emotion
in your touch
is to absorb all of
the sun's warmth
from skies upon which
we can paint a portrait
a love fit to behold the heavens
and a world i have constructed
to embrace it
with a central figure
golden statuette
the beauty of your form enshrined
and before you, upon my knees
i attempt, in vain
to capture that beauty in words
the magic of our love
reflected in my poetry
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