In the midst of your hands on me
peace arrives
the music stops and a nothingness
fills the void, a quietude
your whisperings
my clutching
where am I?
when did you come
to bring all thesse
senses to life
and all this gratitude
coagulates in my brain
for what we have in this moment
and then a sudden sadness
for someone who does not have
what we have
does not know
what we know
has never been loved
as we have loved.
5 comments:
I taste love, by just reading this.
Wow. I hope you shared this with the person you wrote it about.
Beautiful!
Reads like marriage vows, with much sincerity, promise, pact, and past and future together. ;)
How special to have and know this kind of love. It stirs a yearning in my heart.
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