By geno
Date: 20 August 1999

The Hiding Place

When our bodies touch you take control,
Your long soft hair covers me like a silky tent
As the sun shines through the wispy shimmering 
Walls, I feel like a fly in your web, hoping
My end will come quickly, but wanting it to 
Last forever.

Your laughter soft and gentle as a bubbling
Stream calms me, our eyes meet and words mean 
Nothing, your fingers touch my lips and
Your warmth fills my body,our love can not 
Be measured by time or space, we float
Above ourselves and it's over the tent is
Lifted ,you drift off and I linger.