You...

You are the sequence to my melody
Your parted lips are subtle, rosy
A small offering to my deity.

Fragrant skin
Dominican
Do you mind if I hold hand in hand
from one rising to the setting sun?

Mind if I wander blindfolded towards you
and nuzzle shoe to shoe?
...then nose to nose and touch to touch,
as fleetingly posed as brush to brush.

You are my solace when I'm prisoner
A free bird fluttering,
uncaged in the clutter
As I sing my song and you whisper over me
Freedom harmony