mercredi 9 juin 2010


Longing for your warmth,
The security of your arms,
The comfort of your shoulder.

Wipe my worries away
with the tip of your fingers
- smoothing the ripples on my mind -

Kiss me into oblivion
for I no longer wish to think,
or learn,or plan, or move...

Teach me the now,
And make it all slow down.
I'll focus on the sound of your heart.


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