walking away has become a natural process
possessing me like a great divide
between your heart and mine
grasping an object not mine to obtain
consuming tasks of the mind
imagining elusive interludes
of lovers touches
that only those inlove can commit
and they are tieing and binding freely givin compassionately originated pictures worth a thousand words painted by dots of you and i i crave the feel of my hand in your palm
my lips sweetly surrendered under your smile making love to our own way of dictation only we together could understand
Thursday, February 16, 2006, 8:36:33 PM
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