Monday, January 18, 2010

Handle With Care

Messages left in Love making
Skin became the stationary as finger tips wrote messages in Braille so that even in my closed eyed ecstasy I understood everything you had to say to me
My heart attached to every single syllable as though it would be the last thing it heard
Whispers of I Love you’s mixed with Don’t leave’s
Skin slick with the intensity of our conversing
Aching to hold on a little longer
Laughter mixed with pain
Zoning in and out of This Moment…
Our moment
Confusion at the connection and what it means
Echo’s reverberate vibrations of passion
Didn’t want to let go for you touched my soul

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