Without her

her heart will be a mistress to no one

she must be all that breathes life into you

or she will disappear

is it her past that carved the ravines

so deep and soft edged

that echo of the cello

slow and somber

until you think you'll shatter from the exquisiteness of her

 

the longing in her eyes that makes you linger near

sad seductive eyes, almonds of kiwi and amber

her smell is on your hands

pressed into you now

the soft taste of her tongue

all that is mango and  mint

makes you smile and want more

 

tempted to fix the broken and the tangled she bears

you try to walk the thin line of her fertile soil

that keeps you from falling off the precipice of her world

but then she wouldn't be all that lured you in

without her sorrow, her seductive

 

might she be a drug to you now

a habit to beat, a vein to bleed her out

or the answer to every promise, pause, hope

every skipped heart beat

before it was ever born

 

the curve of her back as she sleeps

beckons you to reach for her

her hair, her skin

she smells of soap and sleep

 

what is the sense in trying

she is the madness that keeps your blood humming

that rights all that was wrong before she came

 

reaching out

your fingers fall loosely in her hair

your head smoothes close to hers

your limbs

wrap into hers

and the peace of her breathing

lulls you to sleep

lulls you

to love her