Sometimes the heart
feels something the eyes cannot see
Because as I lay here
With my head resting
upon your chest
I listen to the sound
of your heart beating
Like a constant music
note played
Feeling your skin
beneath my fingertips
I draw lines and
circles
Passion blossoms
Reminding me that there
always has to be a seed before something will grow
We are here...
Existing in every
vibrant second
The taste of a sweet
kiss
The smell of your
freshly washed skin
I look at you...
Holding me tightly in
your eyes
Safety is the presence
I feel
Warmth and strength
embraces me
Content in this place
of being
With you...
Time is this moment.
©
2013