Broken Pieces of Me...

Your warmth incubates
the chill inside my heart.
My legs go weak
and leave me wanting.

A white lady
in a blue gown
placed kisses on my forehead
and left me gleaming under a purple moon.

I felt a mad urge
to worship and chant
to soar through the sky
and over the mountains.

Sheltered by soft whispers
with broken pieces of me
formed around the sanctity
of you.