u move me

would be a lie if i called our love poetry,
or would u rather i twisted the truth and said your eyes were my haven.
your touch my hunger
NO. i promised you i would never lie to you.
You the inspiration that my possession conjours through my pen.
the cloud i lay upon, when not my mind, but my soul is in the sky.
you are the itch in my urge to scream.

you do more than move me,
pleasure and pain to shake me.
you rattle my brain to focus on nothing but the rhythm of your lips
my body to groove to only your beat.
my soul shines brighter and my breaths come harder.

and if my temple shall be your downfall.
it shall break that fall
and if this temple shall nurture what is yours and mine.
let this be my signature.

you shake me, with fear
that not only rattles my bones, but rises a rumble inside my wake of war.

i am at your frontline.
do what you do with your hands while i sleep.
take my soul in darkness today,
my heart will be next in line for tomorrow...

'coz it really doesn't matter which one is under scrutiny today.
they are all here, willing, openly loving, waiting
for you, to come over here so we can shake this bed and rattle this room