Sunday, March 21, 2010

Present

Your lips are slightly parted
when you sleep

How I long to kiss them

I can feel the warmth
of your breath on my face

Yet you feel oceans apart

I am wide awake, yearning
for connection, for closeness

Our dialogues on repeat in my mind

I move in to enter your embrace
and your arms invite willingly

I smell your sweet distinct scent

So subtle, yet surprisingly strong
this peace I feel around you

I ache to live in this present always

March 11, 2010 - NV

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