Tuesday, January 3, 2012

In The Mist

She held me -
as if I belonged to her
nothing else existed
no wind, no trees -
no leaves.


A mountain
trapped between two valleys
a trickle and a stream
a place where dreams are held
captured - but unheard.


So precious is the sound
wrapped in rain
feelings…..
droplets, which began
like smooth morning jazz
a clarinet
closed eyes - and
dancing fingertips….
on my ivory skin.


Morning's tender lips
which kisses me
suspended -
in the mist…..

3 comments:

  1. Beautiful emotions with great love. Thank you.

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  2. "droplets which began/like smooth morning jazz/a clarinet..." That's my favorite part!

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