Dec 17, 2010 14:44
I found another one! Amazing the things that hide in this bag of mine. I wouldn't be surprised if Jimmy Hoffa is in there (kidding...). What a nice early Christmas gift.
Half-asleep, I see you there -
Can taste your skin, can touch your hair,
I feel your heart beat in your chest,
As your soft hand finds my breast.
And then our lips meet - soft, exploring,
Making sure we're not ignoring
What the other one might need.
Then we laugh - it's like we're freed.
But in a flash - I wake, you're gone -
And so the tears come with the dawn.
poetry,
dreaming