Like the mist
from your heated
breath, passing
over parted lips
on a cold
December day
I've laid against
your soul, lingering
there for you to
notice the woman
within
The crimson stained
heart beating out
a slow steady pace
for you to move with
I've whispered of
soft and tender
moments,
until you saw them
in your sleep
But my love, the time
has come and I long
for when you no longer
see me as just
the vapors which float
within the pillowed
passions of promise
Grab hold of flesh
and bone, kiss deeply
this voice which screams
out to the world I'm here, I'm real
Love me ... now
Until you, are brought
down by the need to
consume
For I am more than
Muse to write your
verse by
I am ...
more than a vision
