written by Felicia York
I watch you there
in your silent reverie
waiting for you to notice
these are the moments that
we make
here in the evening
when the world is sleeping
my heart beats for these
your hand in mine
your eyes
the salt of your skin
the taste of your lips
my legs intertwined with yours
our breaths breathed at the same time
in the cocoon of our love
wrapped in comfort
in the silence
our own language
we speak.
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2 comments:
Wow, it's like someone is whispering this in my ear - it's so intimate.
I love this line, "these are the moments that we make".
Love this Felicia! Naked, pure emotion...beautiful...
I love the lines, "in the silence our own language we speak."
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