there is nothing in my hands
there is something in my hands
there is nothing in my hands
there is something in my hands
there is nothing in my hands
there is something in my hands
lay your head close to mine
lay your head
lay your head close to mine
lay your head
dangle
dangle that beautiful hair
dangle it
dangle
dangle that beautiful hair
across my lips
as i nap
as you watch me nap
from above
brush me with your beauty
pour over me with your eyes
safe
you are safe
for were i awake
i would
topple
you
4 comments:
Deity, Sir
what incredible trepidation entangled with the sweet sensation of complete cocoon(ness).
Beautiful.
Thank you for sharing.
~a
Wonderful way with words you have there!
Thanks for sharing them with us.
This is lovely, thank you for sharing. A special time I am sure many of us have experienced.
goodgirl,
i really like that sentence you constructed. it is its own poem.
nancy,
you're once again welcome.
cultivated,
I'm glad you think so. I was worried the beginning was a bit too muddled.
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