For Me

27-

For Me.

77 miles of art

I want to paint on your body.

The stars dancing on

Your skin under

a brightly colored

Moon. 

The sky trembles

And the tide

Blushes, when your

Beautiful silhouette

Glides through this

Earth. 

As the night watches

It wishes

It were human

Being so that it can

Enjoy your sweet scent.

The daylight fears

That you are

The star that will

Have the Sun

Bow down its

For a simple touch of your caress.

The constellations

Hear the innuendo

Of my broken

Poetry,

And understand

Why I

cannot speak

When your I feel

The heat of your

Body near my

Limbs.

The air wonders

Where the butterflies

Have flown,

Although it knows

All too well that they

Are all inside of me

When you’re near.

You smile

And the Earth weakens.

Jealous, it

Weeps

And knows that

It has lost me

For a being that

so completely fills

My soul.

And it beckons

The planets

And they try

To stop me,

But the sun  

Rises from

Afar to defend me

And tells them

That it is only natural

For me to love

A beautiful

Venus, and to let me go.

“She’ll be fine.”

The sun pleads for me.

I will write home

And I will sing to the

The galaxy

Apologizing

For following

Everything that is

So romantic.

But it’s too pure and

Clean to not see,

That

The rain poured

This woman down

Just for me.

For me.

©2014 Cassandra Huidobro