Monday, January 24, 2011

Avalanche

When I see you,
visions of ice dancers magically
floating through the air.

When I touch you,
sense the tempest
of
undaunting affection.

Our chapped lips become most rivers of anticipation
and
in our waking hours
we were distanced from our warmth.

You are a temptress.
Evoking
a harnessed love;
embroiled emotions that
toss and turn through the night.

I try to catch myself, a distanced kiss,
the sound of your voice
or feel your strength.

Sleepwalking for hours
balancing reality with hope
and hope with time.
A star gazers delight,
cerebral meteor showers
avalanche - Love you!

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