You hold
my face

delicately in your hands

gaze at it

kiss an eyelid

lips

then

lips

again

the dimple in my chin

bring it near

hold it at a distance
as if to study

the transformation
you have wrought upon it

you kiss it
with eyes open...eyes closed

the calligraphy
of your love

with kisses
for words

as if I were
a poem

being written

my mind
swooning

with each touch
of the pen

my face
an open book

upon which
is written

again
& again

'I love...I love! '

Dónall Dempsey

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/upon-which-is-written/