He Breathes, He Moves Poem by Aya Poetess

He moves, he breathes

He moves
in beauty
with a radiance
of a Roman
God's grace
My gaze travels
from his feet
up to his lips,
from his lips
down to his feet
Torso and limbs
so agile, so lithe
carved from
a seasoned
warrior's body
his wild
demeanor
blinds me

He breathes
in mystery
Like an evening primrose
his trance creeps
when darkness
begins
and shuts
swiftly
by the
touch of light
My mind
searches
his covert
eyes
where his
truthful tale
lies

To consume
his beauty
and let it grow
inside me
To live with
his mystery
and let it breathe
under my skin
are my
heart's whims
If they would be
my demise
so let it be

I no longer
know
any other
way to love
and if to love him
is my only
way to live
then let it be

So let it be
Let love be
as mad
as it
should be
Let me
moved by him
Let me
breathe him
Let me be
H I M
and
let me be
M E

Copyright Aya Poetess
April 2018