Eternally Hers

I was born into the shape of her hands,
Liquid flesh poured into her palms,
Molded into desire by only her love.

I know life to the steady beat of her heart,
My breath each dusky whisper of devotion,
My eyes all that she sees tenderly in me.

My skin is the gift the gods granted me,
For which to give to her my hourly pleasure, 
To learn of exquisite, eternal ecstasy.

My soul has been forever, faithfully hers,
Lost upon the threads of merciless time,
Joined again by the elemental winds of fate.

Rejoined with her in this lifetime known,
Reborn at that moment, surely for her alone,
I shall forevermore hold her close to me.

© TZ