It's the right touch
needed
that brings me
back to you
the mind in morning
seeded
that plants the wake
of do

In later rounds
the fight of heat
the kind
that sweats the mind
passes me
to hands of you
in softness feel
to find

It's the right touch
bearing
that downs my
thoughts to you
the unsaid words in
sharing
that tense the past
of blue

Today is yet
tomorrow's deeds
when uttered loud
in heard
the presence of
the past in thought
of you in
written word.



"Love is not blind - It sees more and not less, but because it sees more, it is willing to see less."
(Will Moss)

[This message has been edited by nakdthoughts (07-09-2003 09:49 AM).]

Here in the midst of my lonely abyss, a single joy I find...your presence in my mind.  Unknown