your words

I have read them again and again
your words,
hearing more and more deeply
your voice
as it strives to convey impressions
within me,
stretching across untold eternities
in mere seconds.

They pulse within me, throbbing
through my veins,
tensing beneath my eager hands
with each recitation,
grasping the hardening certainty
of my desire,
my most persistent adoration of,
my love, you.

[in honor of my Love, and inspired by David’s (“ben Alexander’s) “The truth is poetry, or: is it?” which was in turn inspired by Lia’s “The truth is”. Cheers, mate.]