A word. A phrase. A song.
Shared delight struck flint to steel
And bore thee to me through a cacophony of voices.
A sea of faceless names and named facades between us would fall
Until, at last, I could no longer resist your call.
The world would slow as there you did stand.
Created by an artist’s hand you reach out to me.
For me. You touched me. You smiled.
A wall tumbled and crumbled in that smile.
My heart sang at the play of the light in your ebony eyes.
You drew me in. You took me. You tasted me.
Yet left me whole to share in the feast. Our feast.
A banquet of need lay upon the table for us to sup and drink.
Ravenous, I ate from each dish and drank from your cup
Until I lay wrapped in your wings, lost in the dessert that is you.