In the core, in the shadows,
In solitude, in throngs.
Your name, your sweet lips...
You etch my thoughts...
In the fires of daylight...
In the afternoon lines,
In the tacit moon night,
You linger in my thoughts.
Through every moment the iris pauses
In every grunt, breathe poses
In every fidgeting the heart beats
You enkindle my thoughts.
Every line your smile makes
Every air your life take
The kindred in your movements
Perfect simple moments...
Your eyes; my heaven
Your touch; my passion
Your kiss; my yearning
Your love; a lifetime.
3 comments:
This is lovely. You are talented Mariale!
Thanks, Anne. Hugs. I do get inspiration from your post entries. You write best.
brilliant i must add!
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