By Echolocation Date: 2003 Mar 02 Comment on this Work [[2003.03.02.21.18.29081]] |
Gaze into the fire and see red roses, a face, passion Listen to the music, hear in the drums a beloved heartbeat Wind tangles my hair, becomes a caress, the touch of gentle fingers Breathe deep the remembered spicy scent of your skin Sip the wine and taste a kiss When you are so much with(in) me, How can you be anywhere but here? |