My rants, raves and romances in verse - telling my greatest love stories.
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Be thankful heart of hearts... for the way my neck can arch to find your lips, for the skips in heart-strings that this distance is insisting, you should be here, and I there, ... doesn't really matter where.
Be thankful soul of souls for the way we bend like flowers towards eachother, and every other early-morning-late-night hour, that I spend each moment of floating in the open, across the bridging distance. You know, it's never really far.