Saturday, August 18, 2007

Kissed...

The morning fog fills my head,
jostling for space with you.
I meet the wind that rushes past,
your voice keeps me warm.

I keep you away from the winter sun,
but only just.
I smile as you smile at me,
there is no need for words.

Long cold nights I hold you close...

When water flows over my skin,
in its warmth I feel your touch.

Your voice courses through my veins
I've been kissed...