mushed

[ianinna]

Cycle

In this dark,
I trace
the contours
of your face,
and with my eyes
closed,
I feel
the tips of my fingers
flitting softly,
like butterfly wings
on your skin.

Impatient,
your mouth
finds mine
and then I

fall

all over again.

*****

I miss LJ, but I never have anything to write about anymore. :(