I long to wear you like a softly-scented
cologne,
I long to wear you like a satin or velvet
glove,
to run your hands across my skin, yearning for
your love,
feel you play my body like a harpist on his
strings,
lightly touching my flesh with the brush of angel
wings.
I long to wear you like a sparkling golden
band,
always look upon you like a jewel on my hand,
see the star-light in your eyes as you look up to
me
and know that you are exactly where you long to
be.
I long to wear you like honeyed sunlight in my
hair,
to feel your touch upon me, your kisses in the
air,
to have you wash over me like a wave from the sea
and to feel your wet tongue as it savors all
of me.
I long to wear you like the joyous curve of my
smile,
to wear you like the laughter which echoes all
the while,
to dissolve in the mist of you, the beat of your
heart,
to wear you like a cloud-veil whenever you
depart.
I long to wear you like azure heaven wears the
sun,
to follow the paths you take wherever you might
run,
to blossom in your love-light shining sweet and
divine,
to simply be your shadow and know that you are
mine.
I long to wear you like tender twilight wears a
star,
to wear you like a dream come true in all that
you are,
wear you every day and night, never to be
shed,
to wear you like a comforter draped across my
bed.
I long to wear you like a ribbon that tops a
gift,
wear you like a garter belt beneath my satin
shift,
wear you like a memory, the echo of a sound,
to wear you like a pretty charm dancing all
around.
I long to wear you like the dew-drops on the
flower,
to wear your effervescence, your strength and
your power,
to wear you like the passion, the breath between
a kiss,
to wear you like a love poem written just like
this.
~Linda Marie Van Tassell~