[Day 6] Body

 

Lay me down on the forest floor

stretch out beside me. 

The world narrows down to these

breathless

moments.

I have no gold, silver, or gems

and yet

Your warm breath whispers

love poems

to me, 

claiming that pearls are better;

Your tongue lapping at the 

ocean rhythms

push and 

pull

the tidal roar

waves crashing,

shivering under the Maples and Oaks, 

beneath the blue sky

My knees quake, 

Your strong shoulders can bear that burden

as You continue to sip

from my cup,

overflowing

endless

only for You

in this moment, Gwyn, Oh Gwyn

let me quench Your thirst

let me Soothe You

Drink of Me