Originally posted on Rowan Taw:
Embrace me in your language.
Fold words around me, as if they
were your arms enveloping my skin.
Let your expressions
my expectant mind,
my life’s lexicon of loving.
Rhythmically, I’ll dance
to your creative meter,
and pulse to your I-AM(bs)
measured in lilting intonations.
Feel my imagination burn
with climatic desire, as
meaning traverses distance,
and semantics fulfills the sensual.