Friday, December 12, 2008

Portrait of A Man

Placed inside an interior room hangs a portrait of a man perfectly groomed.
Behind a mischievous grin and a brow that bows low hides a soul of deep passion growing bitter and old.
Covered in a blackened shrowed his heart is kept warm, beating in secret for the love of life worn.
Coursing through his veins is the sweetness of honey and the touch of his skin I pray ner to miss.
Lending to his eyes a glorious glow is the hope that he carries for loves tender kiss.
In hands of gentle strength he carries compassion in an unyielding grip.
On shoulders broad in grace he bears the weight of responsibility unknown. His foot solidly planted he walks undeterred toward a destination, a place of which only he's heard.
But it can only be reached when the logic lets go and his mind is free in the clouds white like snow.
But the fear of a fall that could cause him such pain keep his tenderness bound like a prisoners chains.
With breath warm like the summer and lips sweet just like spring he speaks words that are cold like the winters would bring.
As the juices of fruit that are pleasant to taste I crave for his thoughts through my mind they would grace.
As I gaze upon this portrait of you I look to the future and see the mountains you'll move.
Just what I've seen is of perfect delight.
And reveal all my secrets to you I just might.