Love in Active Still Life

I want to remember the way you love me
A photograph of your half crescent smile
Ingrained in my lips
When I traced yours with my soft caress.
I take note of the sun's paint.
You tell me you were born with them,
And I'm mesmerized by those spots
but they disappear with age.
And in complete focus I capture your eyes.
Those eyes who said "I love you"
and forever shared the depths of your soul
Hold still, I want to get it right.
Those deep impassioned outlets of beauty
They are striking and yet modest.
And tempting... they've tempted my heart
to ache for a peak
into your world within.
And you look as you speak to me,
through parted lips
Whose contours I can recall on mine.
And I feel your heart
gaze into my eyes.
Are you trying to do the same?