Haunted
by your precipitous shudder
beneath my skin,
your breath
twined in my hair,
I am lost without,
within your eyes.
Memory
so acute,
it makes me kneel
in supplication,
recognition
of ethereal strength
& superb sensuality,
remaining unforgotten
within this night's fallen glance.
The ache goes deep, too deep
to mention or analyze
in quiet moments left to my own ~
inside this bitter darkness,
I hear your whisper,
knowing
you paint my dreams
with rose petals,
butterflies
& fire...



Ahhh...I prefer to think of it as a warm hearth on a rainy day, Bruce.
Thanks, Sweetie.






You had to go and make it more difficult to judge by the minute! grrrr lol 



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