Sunday, December 23, 2007


Heart in the sun

All the words
I constantly write,
all the caresses
I keep inside.

All the air
I breath in time,
all the times
I feel this desire.

Every time I dream
of thy lips in mine,
with passion and joy,
tasteful and kind.

Every time I want
to fill thy with bliss,
lungful of air
under the touch of my skin.

All these words, all these times,
can only mean I can love thee.