Your words flow over me
As warm, fresh water falls
From cliff to canyon
Your fingers brush my skin
Just as the wind
Gently rushes; fondling
Flowers in the valley below
Your eyes shine with
The passions of sunrise
Still, I do not fear the heat
Of your presence
And your soul
Your soul envelopes me
Like moist, brown earth
Where our love does grow
Already buried.
I just adore this. i am new to blogging and don’t consider myself a writer, just telling the facts of my memories to keep them safe from time. I would love to have the talent to write something like this – i so needed to read this today. Thank you
Aw, thanks Dolly. It’s such a compliment when someone takes the time to post a comment. I’m so glad we could connect.