Depth of Emotion

See Proposal.

Title: Love Poem
Rating: G
Warnings: None

I wonder what color you soul is,
and whether is tastes like lemons or mulled cider or wasabi;
I know that it smells of you, of cold nights made warm
by your embrace and the admission,
the declaration,
that you want me with you.
And if I were asked the texture of soul
I'd say it falls somewhere between the soft of skin
and the needle-knives of winter wind,
a blending of two perfectly opposed sides
balanced like a gyroscope on a sword.
Your soul sounds like you heartbeat;
this I know.
But I want to be tangled up and immersed in it;
I want my heartbeat too, to be a part of soul.
And I want your soul in mine.
What do you say?