All That She Is

It is as if

Every time she parts

Those lips to speak

It is only love

That pours out

Hypnotic- yes, she is

And I crumble every time

I hear her voice

Soft, sweet, delicately intense

Yet whispering,

Oh the essence of it

As I try so hard 

To wake myself up

As I get entangled in her wave

Losing volition and consciousness

Drifting through her ocean

And all I hear

Are the silent crashing of waves

The safety of the shoreline

The warmth and the bubbles

Happily chasing my feet

Forming foams in the sand

oh the playfulness 

of the current

still have me swept away

while she carries

every hue, color,

and all asymmetrical combinations

in such plethora of ecstasy

willfully leaving behind

one’s wisdom and sagacity

all enthusiastically served

in a thousand-year-old jar

always sweet, never spoilt

never rotten

neatly preserved and ready

to be opened

like a Christmas morning gift

she’s all I ever wanted

the one I keep craving for

and oh- I love how

every muscle, tendon in my body

ache in the morning

when I know it was her

who enchantedly filled 

and subdued

all my dreams the night before

Such is she a pleasant stream

that never grows old

never stagnant, active

and full of life

continuously flowing

to every corner of my mind

refreshing, abundantly stunning

that I can hardly breathe

she is-

a perpetual motion

of passion and devotion

moving with

ethereal grace and resplendence

bathing my soul

with the calmness of the clouds

gladly disappearing

in a brightly lit sunny sky

and that coy innocence of hers

dangling at the corner 

of those lips

evoking such madness

to the senses

as I-

keep reminding myself 

to breathe.

By Audrine Max

From: Philippines

Website: https://audrinemaxden.wordpress.com

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