Soul Speak
I think about you naked.
I think about stripping you down
to your very atoms —
sucking your blood dry and
weaving your DNA into mine
so that we never have to be
apart.
I think about you in my bedsheets —
caressing my bare skin
with your tender warmth.
Wrapped-up and resting
peacefully in dreams
of you.
I think about you breathing:
our oxygen matching the
same tempo and exhaling heated
breaths of passion into
each other’s mouths — suffocating
doubt with the heavy air of
adoration.







