YOUTH WASTED ON THE YOUNG BUT NOTALGIA IS THE FOUNTAIN OF YOUTH.

Naked Soul, Naked Skin

Your head rests gently
Upon my shoulder
Against my neck
Underneath my chin

Your arms
Wrapped loosely
Around my waist
With fingers firmly interlocked

Your face caresses my face
As you slowly rise
To put your lips
To mine

Your eyes convey
More questions than answers
They tell me everything
You are feeling right now

“What is this strange
And new sensation
In my naked soul
On my naked skin?”

My hands hold your hands
As we dance slowly
Barely moving
With a tempest stirring within us

My feet accidentally
Brush against yours
Our legs are like four trees
Ever so slightly swaying in the wind

My heart is pierced
With an infatuation
That will pass like a sword
Through me and you by morn

My memory is already
Recalling this moment
That will last only tonight
But never to be forgotten

“What is this old
And familiar wound
In my naked soul
On my naked skin?”

This love of ours
Entrusted to our care
It was a gift
Like a secret, to be shared

We trusted it
As much as we risked
Being betrayed
By the very kiss that sold Jesus

You will keep it in frame
And never take the photo
I will write the story
And read it aloud tomorrow

“What is this strange
And new sensation
In my naked soul
On my naked skin?”



27 April 2019
11:59 PM