Thursday, August 14, 2008

Lovers

That soft, tingly feeling,
the one created by your hand,
eases my being
to quiet slumber.

My head rests
soundlessly
on your warm shoulder
as you caress my face again.

Love,
that's what it boils down to.
I will never release
this epic feeling of hope.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

WOW Krista This is very nice. Thanks so much for directing me to this blog :)

Have an awesome day :)
Mrs T