These words from me to you,
They come before your eyes,
Seen and read by you,
Allowing you to see me,
As I am, standing before you,
Warm, solid flesh and blood,
Your eyes on mine, sinking deep,
Reading from the very pages of my soul.
Each letter bold upon this ethereal parchment,
Vivid as the gilt heart upon my sleeve,
Each lettered key, stroked tentatively,
The letters forming these words,
Emblazoned on this page,
Each sentence I press and enter.
They are the work of this chaotic mind,
They are the expression of this impassioned heart,
They are the finger's touch of this yearning soul,
Words penned not with ink and quill,
But with hand, heart and mind,
Untouchable and floating in this static air.
I would have them touch you,
As I would have my hands touch your flesh,
I would wish them falling from your lips,
As I would have you spilling into my mouth ,
I would have them sink deep into you,
Move you to your very depths,
As I would have you move within me.
These words, their meanings,
Filled with my emotion and intention,
They are more than scribbles upon this page,
They are promises and vows made in mind and heart,
They are a future in hope of being made the present.
Copyright ©2006 Delmina DeSousa
