Knotted Inside Braided Vines

By: Magnolia

I want to be knotted inside the braided vines of your heart.

Far away, inside the slowly moving wings of your relaxed beat,

Softly blowing between the clouds of your most intimate thoughts,

Is where I want my soul to rest.

And every morning awake to freshly squeezed strawberries dripping between the smiles of your fingers,

And to the bliss of your words dipped in honey, sliding off the sides of your tongue;

While being wrapped inside the rising warmth of your hungry skin,

Is where I want my soul to rest.

Late nights and flickering fires bleeding of clenched wax and heated thirst.

Cracked hearts, traveling hands, painted toes and arched necks, genuflecting behind exposed linen and closed curtains.

The whispers of wind between the window seal, the grazing of rose pedals against welcoming bones,

Is where I want my soul to rest.

Evaporated through the lips of pleased desires and stones muzzled in squeezed silence,

Through swaying emotions and tilted waters trapped in waltz;

And mixed between our minds, sweet cream and peppered dreams,

Is where I want my soul to rest.

Evaporated through the lips of pleased desires and stones muzzled in squeezed silenced

 the grazing of rose pedals against welcoming bones

Late nights and flickering fires bleeding of clenched wax and heated thirst

sweet cream and peppered dreams

And to the bliss of your words dipped in honey sliding off the sides of your tongue;

 

And every morning awake to freshly squeezed strawberries dripping between the smiles of your fingers,

Through swaying emotions and tilted waters  tilted waters trapped in waltz;

The whispers of wind between the window seal,

Is where I want my soul to rest.