Felt through the hands of love I have never been the same, a treasure of my mind as the fingers of his words captivated me,

seducing me, inducing me, impregnating me in thought and holding me in his arms. Tides of envy unable to release me from his grip, settling me in the core of his heart, his breath, his lungs.

Willingly a servant of his love, of the ocean of desire his words and eyes speak into me, held in my heart as each breath I breathe, as each syllable I speak, as each movement of my body, each tendril of hair, all falls to his love.

Where I was once numb from love, he breathed life back into me, a touch so delicate that it pieced me back whole, revived the beauty of my life and the gifts god had bestowed me with.