My Love. My Love
Thoughts In Dreams
In the pale of day
where chocolate clouds nestle in a provocative blue sky
I reach for you.
“My love, let me trace your lips
with fingers from a feathered touch.
Let me nuzzle the soft hair in the nape of your neck,
and listen to your shallow breath whispering in my mind.”
There is an unfamiliar stillness tonight,
and fear is approaching, torturing me.
“My love, why do you not answer me?”
I hate this passage in time
when confusion rears and pain is but a coming dream.
Where are you, I long for your touch?
I awake and see your smile,
I can feel the shivers down my spine as
your breath caress my face,
kiss me my love.
“Oh how I loathe these moments of chilled passion
were questions are never answered,
the truth becomes but a blur
and trust is in the confines of my own hand,
so small, so tender.”
My love, speak to me in words that only you and I understand,
I need to caress your thoughts,
I want to bury the past in your eyes,
and know that our future is around the corner.
“My love, from where I lie waiting for your passion
I am but an earthly flower
in whose heart I grow,
but by your hand I am nurtured?
Come close my love,
feel my heat, know my dream.
Share my body as you are my eternity,
my fulfilment, my love.”
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