Lovers Rest
By Grayson Powell
I wish for a skin to touch softer than mine.
A cool glow that carries the warmth of comfort.
Tingling to the feel of letting go of melancholy.
An entangled enchantment of woven souls.
The smile of eyes staring deep behind.
As the walls crumble, a field is made free of entrapment.
The darkest storms are filled with comfort.
The flowers amongst the angle are a beautiful enchantment.
A softness between the vines flows like jasmine in the afternoon sun.
A depth of beauty has sharpened a dull life.
A morning lite makes a face shine into a day that flows as weightless bliss.
Please catch me as I fall into the depths of you