You beguile me
as if my very soul
were made of threads
that could unravel
from your touch,
from your kiss.
YOU ARE READING
Mon Amour - Poems of Love
PoetryI want to fathom your depths. What makes your galaxy ebb, and stir, and swirl. I want to know where your universe crosses mine, whether you've seen the same stars as I have. Whether your love eclipses mine.
Beguiled
You beguile me
as if my very soul
were made of threads
that could unravel
from your touch,
from your kiss.
