I'm thinking of you more
than I should these days.

Intricately woven thoughts
that display amid the tapestry,
you.

The texture of you in mind
for me to find, soothe in touch
of thoughts. Your smile, your eyes
those lusty sighs brought to lips,
when you are near.

There,

alive in the weave, the essence
of you, for me to unravel, the mystery
to unfold for me, with connect of thought
to sight in mind.

This a supple feel. Thick, heady
thoughts, tactile sensory perception
of you.


WhiteRose 10/18/02