(no subject)
Fiercely ....
And my fervent longing .....
of the trace of your lips near my ear ....
and the length of your back
my fingertips trail ...
... the sound of your voice ...
Anticipation
... 'twixt tangible desire ....
beneath the hue of silvery moonlight
How many lifetimes do I see
when I gaze into your depth of soulful eyes
-- Intensity.
You -- whom my soul loves
-- And is.
How could I ever really doubt again?
This love --
is not flighty, weak, nor frail
being as great as the expase
of ageless sea and sky
nor ever could the renowed poets express.
1/13/2005