Some Art and, a Poem called Love…

My beating heart in my chest.
I place my hand upon your chest.
Profoundly beating the hearts intertwine.
A rhythm that sings for all of time.
Finger tips trail, oh so gently with little nail.
Hands touch as darkness around becomes blinded.
Blinded by something of a purest form.
Eyes meet, widen, in complete intoxication.
Pulse accelerates.
Time becomes steady.
You feel the Earth as it rotates.
Space around you closes in.
Nothing.
Nothing but you and I.
You and I, in our skin.
Words are not needed here.
Our bodies do all the talking.
Your senses heighten.
Clothes fall to the ground.
Chins touch, and lips collide, quivering.
In this moment, you feel yourself taken back.
Suddenly you’re a whole room apart.
But the moment is still there.
Take it.
Take it!
You run.
Run into each other, lips collide again, bodies intertwine.
An explosion, of passion.
Entangled.
Two becomes One.
The Planets bend between us.
As the smoke settles.
Time is still.
The voice whispers but it’s also loud.
Glazed eyes, staring right through you.
Another world beyond them.
Where does it lead?
Where do you go?
Take my hand, trust me.
Show me.