Thoughts of you crawl over me like goose bumps,
lifting my skin in a shiver of sensation.
Back arched, my breasts lift
and head hangs back, dizzy
in remembrance.
A barely audible groan slips from parted lips
in recognition that I have loved you
differently from all the rest,
without the storm
of desperation,
sincerely,
from the depths of my tangled rooted soul.
Had we never said two words,
I would have known you
as a lazy
rolling
wave
knows each tumbling grain of sand it licks,
the expansive sky it lies beneath,
cumulus and stratus nimbus
mirrored
along side the ornamental rim of long fronded trees, cattail
and iris reeds. You are but a reflection of me, rippling
with irony. Separated by superficial surface
tension, only the breeze blows
between us with
satisfied sighs.
From the shores where I stand yearning, I wait for you
to defy apparent disparity, breaking free
for love of me.
Thoughts of you crawl over me like goose bumps,
lifting my skin in a shiver of sensation.
Back arched, my breasts lift
and head hangs back, dizzy
in remembrance.
A barely audible groan slips from parted lips
in recognition that I have loved you
differently from all the rest,
without the storm
of desperation,
sincerely,
from the depths of my tangled rooted soul.
Had we never said two words,
I would have known you
as a lazy
rolling
wave
knows each tumbling grain of sand it licks,
the expansive sky it lies beneath,
cumulus and stratus nimbus
mirrored
along side the ornamental rim of long fronded trees, cattail
and iris reeds. You are but a reflection of me, rippling
with irony. Separated by superficial surface
tension, only the breeze blows
between us with
satisfied sighs.
From the shores where I stand yearning, I wait for you
to defy apparent disparity, breaking free
for love of me.