You don’t speak
Yet I hear
Every word
From the quickening beat
Of your heart

Your beautiful nakedness
Is a canvas
Under my fingertips

With devoted brushes
Adoring strokes
I cover you up
With my love

Your smooth skin
Is my treasure map
To the hills and pathways
I want to explore
Again
And again

Like a prophet
I want to declare
The timeless mystery
That lies
In your alluring eyes

Let me bathe
In your beauty
And drown
In the depths of you
Again and again

Together we are poetry

© Noora