September 1998

Sometimes things just are ...



Let me be
let me lay
on starlit sand
My love is free
my heart is bold
open, willing waiting
let me breathe
whispering words
love like a symphony
a painted masterpiece
no covering glass
open and raw
The blazing sun
shines all around me
deep engraved
eternal part of me
sweet words
lips against my skin
beneath me
a starfilled sky
above me
serenades
and lullabys
and burning hands