Between the Lines
very lovely (voted for)
reminded me of one of mine with the same title:
I welcome the cool of morn
as it fans itself over my body,
chilling the heat from dreams
that drenched me awake.
You came to me, without words,
lips telling secrets touching off
a new rhythm to my heartdance,
leaving me breathless and out of step.
For you are my weakness, and
bleed me blue when I condemn myself
to only you, cradled in whispers of mine
to share a sleepless night.
I sense your every thought,
the desires of the moment in untitled feel.
When I am with you, I have found my place,
no more false starts.
And in the frame of time, you are my
morning comfort allowing me to surrender
to a journey, a pictured togetherness,
powered by a knowing, without words.