thewintersoldier

I wrote a poem today... about whomever I come to love... I want my heart to feel right now....

For you:
you have me entranced, painted into a corner, but the colors are so beautiful up to where I stand, that it doesn't upset me at all, in fact the paint slips over my flesh and buries me within the shades of hope and passion and especially love. I stand breathless in awe. Engulfed within a still-life definition of magnificence, painted in your stare, laced with brilliant light and life youve captured me, held me prisoner to ecstasy and for this I hold you responsible, for making me into stained glass a picturesque new form of whatever man you could ever need. My heart now stands to twice my size, comprised of a swirling, caressing, mending of emotion and flesh, pieced together by your cautious hands. I want my fingers to graze your skin gently barely touching, as if I was passing passion from flesh to flesh pouring myself into you these patchwork fingertips, stitched together by your words, your touch, your kiss youve bound me, pinned to the endless horizon of the emotions that flood across me, and I hold you responsible for making me into this masterpiece, this vivid vision of what I must become to fulfill your every need to become a man for you.