Monday, May 28, 2012

She Is

I wait for her
as the Robin, waits for the worm
chest full - all puffed up
a spryness to my step
and an eagerness
which my chirp conveys.

She is the food
that wets my lips
and that my body craves.

She is the tenderness
that my heart and arms desire.

She is my life -

my substance -

She is my Love

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