You Bring the Heavens Down to Me

Your lips,
smooth as velvet,
suffocate my senses,
torture me as they leave my lips,
and when they touch me again,
you bring the heavens down to me.

Your looks,
like an enigma,
won’t allow me to escape,
nor let me look outside your beauty,
when you are with me,
you bring the heavens down to me.

Your existence,
cruel as a raging fire,
grim as a cold night,
yet…
the only reason for my existence.

Your love,
may touch my heart,
and leave me without life,
as you bring the heavens down to me.

© Jheric A. Saracho
March 1, 2005