Thursday, January 06, 2011

My thoughts run in circles around your memory making me dizzy.
Carving deep paths in my brain so you can never be erased.

Your touch, gentle,
your lips warm
coax my shyness away

Holding me tight, you laugh in my hair.
I listen intently, branding myself with your sound.

I am your heartbeat as you are mine. My life, My love.
Old souls, misplaced for an age, newly discovered.
Reaching, nearly touching through time.


3 comments:

Tonya London Willman said...

OOooooo, @_@
I will be needing to PM on this...
Hubby,or who...none of my bees-wax??? No worries!!!! But this is beautiful! T~~~~

Tonya London Willman said...

Okay, wait...oops. My bad, I remember you talking about your wonderful trip to Forks with your Man....WOW!!!!!

Clarissa Johal, Author said...

Beautiful poetry!