Inventory of My Most Treasured

Keys. Old locks. As beautiful together as they are apart. 
That train whistle just a'blowin in the close distance and singing in your ear.
Mournfully, longingly. Always saying good bye.

Feathers. Wild flowers. As soft and delicate as love.
The scent of a man's skin when you climb inside his chest and stay there.
Safe and strong. Woman heaven.

Blues. Lyrics. Grabbing the soul and painting the heart.
Driving with the top down and hair tied back letting the wind stroke you.
Freedom and Independence. Gaining self awareness.

Kindness. Altruism. Religion in the purest form.
Extending a hand to friend in the shape of a stranger with no quid pro quo.
Humanly, Truly. God's real intent.

Wine. Coffee. Swallowing life in its most exquisite spirit.
Served warm or chilled it remains the liquids of friendship and nervous first meetings. 
Peaceful tranquility. Social connection consumed.

Lips. Touch. The most amazing gift ever shared.
My queendom and life for the tenderness and hunger of that sweet, delicious kiss.
Breathless perfection. The most treasured of all.