Tagged: lips

7-21-15

You touch upon me like a whisper
to willing lips, and weave a melody heard
between us only-
you must know that the skies are bluer
when your arms are wrapped around
me,
and that when you look at me,
the mountains kiss the sky,
and the sea glitters like a bed of liquid
stars…
I see the sun through your eyes,
and through that lens the world is
a masterpiece that forces me to
shake my head in disbelief-
I can only close my eyes under the
weight of it,
and when I do, you always seem
to appear*

-G. Boston

1-10-15

I followed the spirals of the galaxy through the mirror of
your eyes-
a flight amongst the stars,
past the cold mountains of yesterday
pockmarked with the gashes and scars of their
trials,
floating in solidity and alone in a mass of
collective silence-
I drifted to the origin,
the rupture that began with a tremble,
the tremble that rumbled to a tremor,
the tremor that roared across the black
like a brush coated with a pigment as
red as the blush on your lips-
I flew to a fracture of the first second
and was blinded by the absence of time,
the absence of sound,
and the smallness of the moment encapsulated
within a grain of mystery-
I soared the spirals of the galaxy
within the comfort of your eyes,
a flight amongst the stars
and among the stone sentinels,
through to the origin and weaved
within the first breath-
I wondered what was beyond the wall*