Such a foreign emotion.
My heart in a race.
I take a sip of the potion.
Fingers dance and trace.
Skin so soft, mind in motion.
Such a different feeling.
You pressed against me leaning.
I feel my soul charge, healing.
Happiness, is this it’s meaning?
Lips so perfect, mind reeling.
Your presence an unequivocal eruption.
I look into your dazzling eyes.
A lighted Aurora melting the corruption.
You’re my star in the blackest of skies.
I am unworthy of you, my assumption.
This darkness returns after goodbyes.
Until we meet again, the light of my life.
Darren Deason 08/30/2019
Phoenix From Words 