AMORE

the rustic, the raw
untouched, true
what greatness
this beauty that humbles
for though I've planted a thousand footsteps
none have made an imprint on your holy ground
whereas I
my sensibilities forever changed
my sensualities ever deepened
for where I looked, you plumed your feathers
where I touched, you softened
where I listened, you whispered
and where I tasted
your essence ruptured in a thousand flavors
I have kept this tryt
and like a stealthy lover I now adore you
though I am not one of yours
and you will never be mine

The trip stops here, but not the memories, and so not the journey.

Thank you, for taking a walk with me.