I think about Tiger Lilies all the time.
When I do…
my heart and mind unify and know no boundaries.
While the one notions the other, the other must reply.
Tiger Lilies venerated, pulsating through my veins;
Breathing life into one another, absorbing the valleys of your face.
They know the swell of your cheeks that emblazon;
Fields of rouged Tiger Lilies waltzing around me,
“I dare you to love me!” is what they bloom.
How the curves of your lips move when you smile, and
the pool forms in the corners where I find myself swimming alone in, for days.
The reverence they feel know the crevices when you unearth your smile, and often wonder if your Chestnut colored eyes turn Amber when you fall.
What moves you to shed tears that breaks the “dam wall”?
They have followed those crevices that meet the corners of your eyes,
where the brows reach out to touch a portion of your smile,
Oh! How my fingertips long to trace the outlines of your soul.
The impulsive rouged you that tickles me incessantly;
Berths the key I hold to explore the outline of your jaw,
travelling up to the wild that is your hair
where our compulsions wander through the boundless essence that howls at the moon.
My unison only knows the idea of your breath on my skin,
when the knot between us tightens.
Bewitched by your ardent heartbeat and
the ebb and flow of the beads of sweat between us;
Beads of you I would carry like pearls around my neck,
while the waves build up in the horizon before hitting the shore.
The pair within me churns,
longing to feel you stain my flesh of that which is all becoming of you;
The center most dark and light sanctions of our souls
where we find one another lost most nights, but
when the crisp air settles and finds us there,
my eyes flutter awake to the ceiling that knows
how often I think about you.