Map of Beauty
Love me; love me tonight –under this moonlit
World filled with chaos. In only seconds your
Hands, they have begun to map my body’s beauty
In fear this will be the last time in the presence
Of each other.
I am torn in two, begging and pleading “don’t
Let the color from your eyes fade;” for tonight the
Candle light tangles our shadows together upon
The walls of our own beings.
Let me take your hand –to lead you into the
Very existence of my being; feel the high,
The high created between us, feel the way
You rip the very air from my lungs while
Racing circle’s with my heart.
I want to whisper sweet nothings upon your ears
–to watch as the reactions of my words show
Its work being done, by the presence of the
Goose-Bumps I can feel on your body as I
Living as it is possible to be our last; let us
Go there –to that place where we are met
With sweat dripping, blood rising, and
Toes curling; the force of control
Has taken both us by twister through
The bed sheets one last time.
By Kelly Clegg