Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter

Friday, November 28, 2003

Just a Touch

I would beg you
to come in
from the cold
where its warm,
cozy, a place full
of feeling.
There is such
longing here.

I would reach for you
come to you, feel you,
and with closed eyes,
held breath, a kiss so
slow my time is suspended
and time means nothing
with you having the ability
to stop my heart, beginning
again with just a touch.
With just a touch, everything
is alright again.

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