21 november 2011

poetry

Michael
Michael

Waterville

The morning dew comes with daylights shadow upon night
Fever pitched crickets click with the taste of lavender on my lips
The warm feeling of you're skin turns silt to silk
I could lay here forever if only time would sit still
Parting you're hair i fall beneath you're gaze
I am at peace with myself watching that smile prevail
No longer am i consumed with the feeling of loss
I have found a friend, a lover and a reason for life
It is with words i find easy to describe whats inside
From the darkest chambers to the smiling eyes

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