Just A Taste

My beautiful beauty -
or maybe the "my"
is just wishful thinking -
thoughts of you have been
creeping around my brain,
snaking around the crevices
all day, it seems.

I want to be the sweater
you put on when you're cold,
and wrap you in my arms
and never let you go.

I want to be the coffee
that you sip with your pink lips,
feeling the warmth of love
spreading down to your toes.

I want to touch the bottle
of perfume, that swirls
around your glistening body
and leaves me so enticed.

I want to feel your pillow -
the same fluffy white marshmellow
that you rest on every night
dreaming sweet, tender dreams.

I want to taste your skin, my friend -
does it truly taste like roses?
All I want is just a taste of you -
your life, your love,
your hopes, your fears,
desires, pleasures
and beautiful body.
Please, just a taste of you -
before my time comes, and I taste
the earth.

My beautiful beauty -
or maybe the "my"
is just wishful thinking -
thoughts of you have been creeping
around my brain...


~J.V.Harker~
~Monday 13 April 2009~