The Calling


I feel your words
My shameless semblance
Closes her eyes
Floating on imagination
Tenderly painting the sky
with the color of your eyes

I reach for the silent contour of your smile
Dancing with a silhouette, our bodies becoming one
Shadows against a moon lit sky
A boundless passion of my hunger

Gentle caresses of your spirit
Melt into my every sense
My mind feels your being
So softly against my skin

I hold you with my outstretched arms
As you peer into my soul
I know it is with reverie
This voice of your calling

© Juliet Wilkerson  ©1997