Exposed
The words you speak touch my heart
You bare your soul
I want to comfort you
Hold you
Touch you
Love you
You lay yourself naked before me
Cold
Quivering
All revealed
I hold you to my heart
Warm you
Kiss you
Love you
We know our words are the same
Our dreams
Our desires
We are one
Your hands on my face
My hands on your chest
Your lips brush my neck
My lips kiss your ear
No beginning, no end...
We are complete.
In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.
Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Exposed | 0 | 05/13/2011 |
| The Light | 0 | 01/04/2011 |
| The Coupling | 1 | 05/28/2009 |
| Hero | 0 | 05/28/2009 |
| Goddess Moon | 1 | 05/28/2009 |
| Chance Encounter | 0 | 05/28/2009 |
| The Kiss | 1 | 05/28/2009 |
| Peace | 0 | 05/28/2009 |
| Your Eyes | 0 | 05/28/2009 |
| Rapture | 0 | 05/28/2009 |
| Enchantment | 1 | 05/28/2009 |
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