Wednesday, September 19, 2012

sweet breeze
echos through 
my soft
touch.

you are
light in
dark and
dark.

somehow i
sought your
hand last 
night,

but you
are away
so i
slept.

however i
know you
are coming
home,

and this
is more
pleasing than
snow.

i can not wait to sleep with you again

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