Vacant No More

Metal attached to metal,
colours carved on the face,
a joy that only we will know.

A proposal on my lips
excitement in my heart
nerves in my gut
and a smile on your face.

The gift makes you smile
something new for you to wear
planning coming to a head.

The fluff from my dressing gown
adds to the warmth excitement brings,
your hands unwrap the box
as I gaze at your lips.

I’m suddenly aware of you,
your pyjama trousers are twisted at your hips
and your t-shirt has a stain,
your aroma like candyfloss
fills the air around me.

The words flow from my tongue
and tugs at the corners of your mouth,
your hand curls around my gown
and you draw me closer.

Feathers on my lips
taste like heaven and hell combined
the hair that rests on your lip
flutters over my bow like glitter in the air.

A glowing orb escapes my mouth,
you breathe it in to you
melodies swim around us
and I hear your steady heart.

We rid ourselves of clothing
just to feel alive
limbs tangle, every inch touches
my nose seeking your scent
to fill the void and cloud my mind.

We watch as the dust dances
and settles on our skin.