Ecstasy Of Senses

I will gather honey from your body,
with the rose of my lips,
I will fix the fragrance of your skin
into the archive of my senses,
I will trace the curve that marks
your flawless form,
and I will drink the rapture of your pull,
intoxicated by your warmth,
and when dawn comes I will become
the light the sun spills across you,
so that with each daybreak
the thought of you
quickens the pulse in my chest,
a heart unafraid to unfold,
to guard and shelter yours.