Friday, November 27, 2015

waiting
for you to enter
a bit unsure
of the reason for all of this

i heard
the soft rustling of my heart
the prologue of
what was, what was to be

the air surrounding
soft and warm, inviting
it gave no
sense or call of warning

and i relaxed then
into the sweetness of your arms
then and forever
yes. then and now

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