Physical Adoration

By Holly McClure

My darling sweet, into the deep blue 

I fall into your eyes every time I swoon. 

Your gentle body trembles and quivers 

With every kiss upon your skin I deliver. 

Every time my eyes graze and meet your figure and shape, 

I am overcome with the urge to scuttle into your embrace. 

The scent of gardenia, familiar and comforting, Compares 

not to that of your hair, softly falling. Every feature of 

your vessel I physically adore Is coupled with a spirit that 

I love so much more.