The Word

You
capture my tongue
mesmerize my mind
make my eye's know
what it's like to taste
you're a visual delicacy

I
take shape
from broken pieces
mended so
the cracks don't show
when heated by love
I reflect beauty

We
move in and out of time
I have spent years
wrapped in seconds
over millenium with you
and I still don't know
what we are

Our
time is slipping away
I still have yet to know you
walking between the flimsy rope
of possibility and potential
what's the point
when the rope is still on the ground

Me
I take myself to the other end
of my mind
where flowers and sunshine
can sink into me
making me beautiful
and I listen for the word
that will make me stay
in my own truth