Harrice R.

A Trip

Pulling you close into my body to hold you,
I feel like the most privileged person on the earth.
I am higher than mountains,
deeper than oceans.
No king,
no pope
and no god
could compose in their minds the way that I soar.
Delicate daffodil petal cheeks,
bathed in the crimson sunset.
Tangled within the vines of your love,
I stretch outward.
I am free to do as I please.
The full,
pounding sound
of your heartbeat sends vibrations throughout my being.
In your arms,
under your gaze,
and through the very deepest corners of your anima,
I am everything and nothing,
all at once.