Boot+Kitty=Poetry in motion
In the passing of the night,
I feel your fingertips, so light
As they trace their message there,
Across my brow, through my hair.
I know you love me, I can read your touch.
Your fingers whisper your loving thoughts,
I cherish what your touch has brought,
Peace and joy, in equal measure
Loving moments, searing pleasure.
I know you love me, I can hear your touch.
I barely breathe as your fingers trace,
My furrowed brow, my weathered face.
And with each worried etch they mark,
The line eases, then departs.
I know you love me, I can feel your touch.
"Sleep well, my love," you whisper near,
As I succumb to your touches dear.
Your feathery kiss alights on my lips,
As you sing to me with fingertips.
I know you love me, its in your touch.