Posted on 01/31/2002 5:34:04 AM PST by Sabertooth
Air and Thought
All day I dreamed I'd rather be someplace
The air is still and quiet. Some tranquil scene,
Some peaceful seat, where I might savor grace--
How likely that my heart would be serene?I'd know her laughing footfalls coming there
And I would feel her shadow's cool caress,
Then I would smell the darkness of her hair.
Ahh Now I hear the rustle of her dressShe sits, and with each breath, each word, I take
In from her lips, I share her air and thought.
My eyes sip sunlight splashing her, and slake,
For now, a thirst in me unquenched unsought.Intentions blush; our timid joys are met.
Though I am touched, shall I touch her? Not yet.
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