Friday, November 12, 2010

He Stood, Regal Against A Blue Light

Every little touch,
Every lust-filled look,
Like feather-tipped clouds,
Brushing across my skin.
I stand unclothed before you,
Watching you watching me.
Every missed call,
Every unread letter,
Lingers in my mind,
Like pyrotechnics wishing for electricity.
I watch you smoke,
Your face beautiful and calm,
You hold my hand and
the world falls away,
into silence.
A connection like nothing before,
A certainty incomprehensible.
You are in my heart,
You always have been,
You were the answer all along,
How could I have missed it?

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