Closed Eyes

You have me inscribed
In waters deep with a feeling.
The ones I can’t pen to beginnings
Neither can I scribble its end.

The ones where I’d want
To hug you like words in a book
Then closed,
To the sensation of feeling your imprint
Like water in a well
Then drawn,
To the feeling of drinking
Your essence .

The ones where your hold
Would speak to my stare
introduce you to my lips
And Upon meeting
We shall dwell in the glory
Of closed eyes.