Is it Real? Tell me, is there truth there? Is there Love here? There are words riddled in precious elements, And how sweetly they fall on me. Like water they cling and revive following the contours of my body as our mutual gravity tugs at them. They fall, just as I do. Are they desperate? The way I sense agony when Im without you? Do those dear words need me; As deeply as I need them? The hurricane rush of them as you gently breathe them onto my skin Exhilerates every source of my Soul and radiates to every atom of me. You say you think - But Yes, I know. I see their elements in you. -A.
Posted on: Tue, 12 Nov 2013 19:57:01 +0000
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