Linda Marie Van Tassell - I Think It's Sexy, He Touches Me, and In The Weep Of The Sea

I Think It's Sexy

I think it's sexy ...

the way your finger touches my lip,
waiting for my tongue to touch its tip,
the way it lingers before its silent slip
into my mouth for a gentle dip.

I think it's sexy ...

the way your hair curls upon your chest,
where I gently lay my head to rest,
the way it touches my naked breast,
beckoning me to be its guest.

I think it's sexy ...

the way your lips say, "I love you,"
the way they say, "I do, I do,"
knowing that all your words are true,
dripping the sweetest honeyed-dew.

I think it's sexy ...

the way your body lays against my frame,
our bodies melting, as one, the same,
the way it whispers and calls my name,
and how it kindles a burning flame.

I think it's sexy ...

the you of all you are,
how you are near and yet so far,
the way you beam like a gentle star
to me the you of all you are.

He Touches Me

..... in a boundless sea
of love and life
where the minor streams
of my life are put to rest

..... into silent wings,
slowly fluttering away
into the air which
wander in deference about Him

..... with the shape of His heart
more tender than rose leaves
dropt tenderly upon the ground
when the wind whispers sweet nothings

..... in the embrace of perfect harmony
where my soul does know
an immortal firmament
where my sandals can safely rest

..... with all the passion that His soul can muster
as great as the everlasting Caspian Sea
that could not more lovelier appear before me
if sent in the scantily clad garment of dream

..... with shimmering eyes of burning degree
that row me in the Garden of Eden
through valleys of flowers far and near,
the fragrance smiling like clouds in the air

..... with the infinite wisdom of heaven's brow,
with an imperial heart no mortal can hold,
being the bashful brook within my heart
where the birds of my soul go to drink

How can I not cherish His love,
and who should forget The Light?
He is my Father.

He touches me ...
He transfigures my sorrow ...
He moves me ...
He holds me ...
He loves me ...
He beholds me ...
He knows me ...

In The Weep Of The Sea

Your dusk-colored eyes
open a lover's sky unto me.
It must be kept concealed
that no one else should see.

The exact location of heat
is kept between warm bodies
and pleasing perspectives
of twilight cerise.

I see you sleeping across my future
with your body reclined in rest.
Your soft lashes touch your skin
like wings of love compressed.

Fluid love flows through me
until I am open to my vision.
You drink it down yourself
until love is a precision.

Nothing has ever died in love
by some means unknown to me.
The ocean holds no color
at the foot of the mountain valley.

Mordacious waters rise to kiss
my lips that bid you adieu.
I feel nothing but numbness
pulling me worlds away from you.

The bastille of my heart
is crushed into bits of sand
that succumb to the sea
and drift into neverland.

The tumult is now tempting.
My tears rising the plain.
If I am glad or sorry, it does not matter.
I shall never see you again.

A red rose blooms in the weep of the sea.
My heart trapped in impervious reverie.