Maiko

Silent your name spills from my lips

How the tongue behind my teethe longs to speak
Of the utterance in my heart.

Like a shadowed whisper lying dormant in the palm of my hand.
Skin covered in Gossamer silk, transparant to your naked eye

How I try and hide my love behind a veil of tears
To touch your pearl white cheek and feel beyond the skin.

To lift your night blue hair from the sensuous nape of your neck.Letting the waterfall glide trough my fingers

I leave behind small butterfly kisses which wing from the lashes of my soulful eyes.

Silent your name speaks from my lips.