state of confusion
Just a simple question with no easy answer,
a quest in need of quenching, no thirst greater,
searching for something, it never ceases,
tastes like desire, which only increases.
Something so familiar, nostalgic memories,
fragments of songs from forgotten melodies,
a whisper as you drift into sweet slumber,
of billowing sheets as she slips under.
Kiss that takes you down the tunnel of time,
a touch that builds sighs in the sweet sublime,
tears that gently fall onto parted lips,
and melts into reunion of swaying hips.
A breeze that caresses, begins to enthrall,
a gentle rain upon skin starts to fall,
a dream from which you never want to wake,
one where you give as much as you take.
© 2000 Corinne Bailey
[This message has been edited by Corinne (edited 02-29-2000).]