I have written Her…

I paint Her portrait in prose
I use equations of
vowels and consonants
to define Her…..
all my life, I have written Her….

I have written her eyes
deep dark and brown
glittering green or fathomless blue
Holding entire worlds of pain and joy
speaking for Her when Her mouth can not
dropping oceans of tears or shining bright like the
morning sun

I have written Her hair
a fiery sea of red
golden like the desert sands of Her home
black like the vast emptiness between the stars
or the color of the earth beneath my feet

Piled high upon Her head
Spilling down Her graceful neck
short and dusting Her cheeks
falling playfully in Her eyes

I have written Her skin
pale and fragile porcelain
freckles and dimpled imperfections
all dusky hues in shades of tropical climes
warm and honey flavored
with the qualities
to be the steel against the flint of my rough hands

I have written Her touch
like life-giving rain after drought
like the ocean moving you against your will in the surf
like the blow of a forge-hammer molding bending iron
like the earth shattering impact of a comet
like the down of a dandelion against my face

I have written Her lines
the arch in the small of Her back
Her litheness stretched out
with feline grace within a warm patch of sunlight
the sultry curves of Her hips
Her full breasts bathed in moonlight
The line of Her jaw where it meets Her neck
And the way someone’s lips fit there

I have written Her into places
I can not follow
command decks of starships
cavalry charging into battle
palaces with marble floors that reflect golden
archways and muraled ceilings
the fire-torn landscapes of hell
the misty golden valleys of heaven

I have written Her a wardrobe
full of ball gowns, bright and beautiful
with shoals of stars woven into the fabric
armor solid and strong, iron and steel
to protect Her heart
pony-tailed in t-shirts and hip-hugger jeans
sky scraping stiletto heels and converse high tops

When I was younger I wrote Her into less
now that I am older, I know
the more clothes She wears
the more sexual power She creates
the more I can appreciate they way Her shirt
untucks with the cock of Her hip….
…or the way the satin strap of Her lingerie
gently bites into Her skin against the pull of Her curves

I have written Myself into Her presence
I have written Her fingers interlaced with mine own
I have written Her lips against mine
I have written Her tongue inside my mouth
I have written Her arms around me
I have written myself inside of Her
I have written us together, holding on for dear life
I have written us separated by time and space
Each time She graciously forgives
my arrogant presumption

I have written Her
my entire life
and each stroke of the pen
each tap on this keyboard
is one more of Her fingerprints
that She leaves on my heart

one more signature
She has written on my soul

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36 Responses to I have written Her…

  1. I could read this on repeat.😊

  2. You have written her as no one else could, with the gift , the mastery of words…and with your poetry you entrench her in our memories. I have few words to describe your ability to immortalize your every subject. ❀

  3. Emily says:

    Instant favorite. Just sublime, E! ❀ Wow.

  4. Thea says:

    Beautiful! Deeply moving!

  5. This is written with such poetic resonance Eric– just beautiful.

  6. Eric says:

    No worries, I Appreciate both comments!!! Thank you, Angela.

  7. mandibelle16 says:

    A relationship so beautifully described. I love the words ” I gave written . ..” used to create the image of the woman the speaker loves more and more as they spend more years in their relationship together.its nice to read that their love and appreciation grow, they don’t just become sick of each other. Eloquent as always!

  8. Kindra M. Austin says:

    Oh, my glob. This is…❀❀❀❀

  9. When I read this I knew I had to share this masterpiece of words, of poetry.

    Comments closed.

  10. Reblogged this on House of Heart and commented:
    A masterpiece of words, of poetry.
    comments closed ere.

  11. Lucy Brazier says:

    Gosh, this is beautiful.

  12. So wonderfully penned! Masterful and moving. Your words have let us feel what you have felt and taken us into your soul. The mark of a great writer!!! Bravo!!

    Please come and visit me!

  13. Wow. The like button just does not do it. WP needs to do something about that πŸ™‚
    (for some reason your posts have not be showing up in my Reader…I have been discovering that more).
    This is so moving!

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