White Hosts

Take a look through my eyes;
I want to paint a sketch of your face
with watercolors and defined strokes
as the great artist who dreams
of the expression of the sea and its serenity

A sketch of white Hosts that are not diluted by water, fire or time

Of your eyes, the light that turns on the romance of the moon;
of your hands, the most palpable sweetness filling everything;
of your skin, the softness of the wind when mountains sleep

Of your smile, springtime flourishing at dawn;
and made your lips, a coral alphabet,
to express how much I love you

...And if you ask me why white Hosts?
it is the desire made verse, blood, dream

©Noris Roberts