This Love

I want to breathe her like air,

taste her like honey,

eat her like a pineapple;

sweet and tender,

soft and succulent,

juicy and ripe;

I want to feel the ocean air

with her,

absorb the morning sun,

touch the infinite energy,

while we laugh,

while we run,

while we cry;

I want her memories,

her thoughts,

her past,

I want to mix them

with my own,

until they become one;

this love humbles me,

this love brings me

to my knees,

staggers my mind and soul,

this love silences me

with its ‘honey hush’,

this love fills me

like a mighty river

overflowing its banks,

covering the scarred and

broken land,

this love spews forth

like milk from an

overturned carton,

pumping like liquid gold

into the soft smooth

opening of her

moist, wet, silky fields;

this love overwhelms me,

this love fulfills me,

this love completes me;

this love consumes me.

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