Disclaimer: I don't own anything from the Labyrinth. I'm not a poet.
This is supposed to be a poem, but it doesn't rhyme; and if it does, only by accident. The rhythm is Hoggle, er horrible. It's the result of spring, sun, too much fresh air, too much red wine, watching 'Labyrinth' and drooling over Jareth.
Don't mind me, I'm tipsy.
Enjoy.
OoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOo
Sensual
Feel
I feel you.
When I pause a while,
I feel you.
I feel you close,
Your presence, everyday.
I feel your breath,
Caressing my bare skin.
I feel your hand,
Holding mine so tight.
I feel your arm,
Around my waist,
Guiding me in dance.
I feel the wings,
Of a barn owl,
A feather-light touch.
You are not near,
Yet it is true.
I feel you.
Hear
I hear you.
When I listen close,
I hear you.
I hear you still,
Seducing, teasing, cruel.
I hear your breath,
Whisp'ring over my ear.
I hear you laugh,
Content, like a child's.
I hear your voice,
Like a caress,
Singing while we dance.
I hear the cry,
Of a barn owl,
A longing sound.
You are not here,
Yet it is true.
I hear you.
See
I see you.
When I close my eyes,
I see you.
I see you then,
Proud and distant, a king.
I see your eyes,
Of mismatched brown and blue.
I see your face,
Your tantalizing smile.
I see your hair,
Silver-blond and wild.
I see your form,
Perfection's song,
Moving graceful in dance.
I see the shape,
Of a barn owl,
A picture of you.
You are not here,
Yet it is true.
I see you.
Smell
I smell you.
When I hold my breath,
I smell you. I smell you here,
Your fragrance surrounds me.
I smell your clothes,
Leather, silk and velvet.
I smell your force,
Goblins, threat and magic.
I smell your skin,
And then simply you.
I smell your scent,
A sparkling cloud,
Following you in dance.
I smell the night,
The soft darkness,
Hides a white barn owl.
You are not near.
Yet it is true.
I smell you.
Taste
I don't taste you.
Whenever I try,
I don't taste you.
I don't taste your lips,
For they never met mine.
I don't taste your kiss,
We never shared this touch.
I don't taste your love,
Only once I thought…
I don't taste you,
Your mouth, breath or
Skin under my lips.
I only taste peach,
A promise of dreams,
And memory of dance.
You are not here,
This is true.
I can't taste you.
The Sixth Sense
The sixth sense.
I heard a lot of,
This sixth sense.
But I don't need,
This sense to realize.
I need you here,
To hold you close to me.
I want you near,
To tell you it's true.
I want you here,
To watch your face,
Wrapped up in your scent.
I need you near,
To finally,
Taste your kiss, your love.
I wish you were here,
To tell you it's true.
I love you,
Jareth.
OoOoOoOoOoOoOoO
Darn QuickEdit... destroyed my pretty poem... (curses)