Syllables

You make me fly,
Whisper words of poetry.
Adjectives,
Orgasmic,
Syllables.
We are equal.

Our embrace,
Takes place
In nouns and verbs.
We connect in plural.
Divine mastery
Of symmetry.

We create,
You the poet
And I the page,
One being.
Inseparable.

Our love
Reaches roots
In the soil of linguistics,
Spurs in the seas of intellect.
It is completely rational,
And crazy.
Innocence,
Sweet Nectar,
On the lips of Lust.

Our feelings
Are wordless,
Beyond expression.
Until,
You read between the lines.