Tasting the Light

Most words have a likeness

a shadow if you will

like a freckle on the world

life’s notation for their utter uniqueness

We can record them in our hearts

a soul’s painting on a human canvas

spread like our essence on each other

spread like liquid silk on the skin

Your eyes and smile deliver them

from the deep and dark within

to the light they may ever know

dying with a brush of lips and lashes

Those words you are to me

the ones I birth and bring to ashes

living momentarily…

whilst I devour you