The Gift

The Gift

Your taste is teasing me
But life is a tease,
Tease it back.
Disarm yourself
With a smile,
Even if it's just for me.


My gift to you,
A sweet paper doll
Who thinks she is torn,
But still floats
With the wind.


Your body is but flesh,
Skin and salt
Upon my senses,
Warm and hot.


Everything that i pine for,
Yet my gut wrenches
For lack of your touch.
Empty is my soul
Without your friction.


My mind
Becomes ensnared,
By your beauty and taste.
Fill me
As i shall fill you,
Come with me
Taste the fruits of life,
And soar.



Thank you Rodrick,
my poet,my friend
for your beautiful words
and your loving kindness.