Listen

If I held your hand do you know
what it would say?
It would speak
of all things that it longed to touch.
Like the naked light of togetherness
cupping out the thirst of
parched bodies swiftly with
sun-bathed hands.

The warmth of a tight hug
that melts the liquid pulses
of quivering shadows.
The smell of fresh out-of-
the-cloud-rain scribbling down
epistles on windows with careless ease.

The light sea breeze that
hangs loosely from moist eyes.
Relentless longings that surge and fall
like waves as I await your return.

1/13/2006 12:09 PM - First Posted