You, love, shall stroke my face,
Strongly and softly,
Tenderly touching, my skin with your
Gentleness.
Giving me, reasons, a-plenty
To melt myself,
Slowly and silently,
Into your mercy.
What about me? I’m a dreamer, I’m a writer, I’m a musician….I’m a pomegranite. The rest is mostly breath and ashes. ps. Arion – this is all your fault. [disclaimer: it’s just poetry, friends. not reality.]
Fantastic.. suppaah Loved it!!