LOUVR
Cusp my face in your sun soaked hands and help me understand that compassion is warmth > Grasp my hands and bring them to your lips and murmur sweet reminders that touch and contact can be tender and caring > Wrap your arms around me assuring and gentle arms confident in who that hold remind me surrendering is never losing or loss of control > Look at me with your dark eyes washed over in warmth and allow me to see that simple intimacies can bring comfort and conformations > Walk away from me and leave me covered in your faint warm marks so I can understand I can feel this way on my own with out your caresses and hugs and expressive eyes >
Leave me tenderly
LOUVR
a lullaby of lavender pillows and spiced tea
the soft flutter against my sun-stained cheeks I wish to be your rhapsodist
in fleeting moments when i was alone id ask myself "if my tongue began to lack words and my hands couldn't write expressions of undying and metaphorical love, would i still be his?"
my eyes would gaze around your room of inspirations and id glance at the jewels on my hands and saw dust dust settle on my skin "when my eyes become the depressive muse against brightly colored backdrops or the vines of thornless yellow roses draped around my legs if the things i began to love so much" my voice lilted around the room and fiddled against strange artifacts as i sat and waited
the things you loved about me had less of a sparkle and began to rust would you find another toy?
with a tongue overflowing in unyeilded words, delicate slender hands proficient in portraying the deep emotions that laid within hearts; with words my hands would never know.
Her eyes of Indian gold deep, complex, never dull constantly complimenting every painting, picture, writing... creation your aspiring hands created
LOUVR
I get lost in misted lakes and foggy messages of love
I listen to the hustle of insects beneath me as my fingertips weave through the evergreen grass the color of winter and brisk breezes
the clouds hastily drift above me in a hurry to greet their families for the last time to reunite and cry with joy wetting the earth, allowing leaves to have their glory fest unlike the winters morning dew
and i'll see my own breath mix within the fog and merrily dissolve into its superior form as the crisp feeling of air leaves and sticky humidity replaces the cold embraces i lay and close my eyes
/i edited this while singing/listening to take me home country roads im distracted
