"Poetry Of You"

Every time we kiss it's like poetry to me,
and I find myself lost in the reading of love,
the glorious stanza of being with you,
not just a muse but blessed from above.
The prose in my heart comes rushing forth,
but you tell me to hush with your kiss,
and you lay me down in couplets of love,
where the rhyme is passionate bliss.
The sonnets escape into the day's air,
but I can't hear them as they softly fly,
because you are the verse that speaks to me,
As you tell me to just close my eyes.
I feel your lips and the touch of your hands,
my heart beats beneath your palm;
And from my mouth comes not a lament,
but the sigh of the lover's first psalm.
You cover me with the poetry of you,
and the metre and rhythm just glides,
across my body and into my heart,
where you live with all the love inside.
And in the refrain that follows the kiss,
you will hear me so softly breathe,
thank you so much for the poetry of you,
bringing out the poetry of me.