The lines of my life were crisp and clean,
delineated by rulers,
as straight as the hair I wished I was born with.
Habit wound around me,
wrapping wool around my senses,
and attempting to limit
my mind to the parochial.
Heaven knows how I got loose.
Heaven knows how I found myself here.
Heaven knows what was ignited
the first time we touched,
the first time your breath
was at one with mine.
The sharp lines were banished,
leaving you and I to curl around one another
like wisps of incense rising ever higher.
I found my voice again, and sing
oh love, I sing.
I sing with my voice.
I sing with my skin.
I sing with my soul.
I sing of you, you
and drink in starlight
to shine like the moon.
And when moonset comes,
we find we crave each other still.
Our fingers trace sigils onto each other’s’ skin –
the culmination of the quixotic magic
that brought us to this moment.
Song Choice: Angels by The Xx
Process note: This is actually an expansion of one of the micropoems I created back in April.
This poem was inspired by the prompt given by A Dash of Sunny, Prompt Nights: Passion Makes the World Go 'Round