What Makes Me Yours (poem)

Escapades of love
exists in my limelight
when I flourish you 
in dedication...

Hearts swindle 
within their chests
when I claim that
I love you...

A generation of thought
is erased 
when you call my name...
It is as if your lips are calling me new
Disarming me for a purpose of your own
Compelling me to surrender

Your touch
Your love
my weakness... 

©

2010 Holly O'Brien