Sunday, July 26, 2015

The Act Of Creation: A Poem

I miss you. 
I miss the adventures we took together 
The nights we spent huddled in front of a roaring fire
 Dreaming well past sunrise
they seemed to last forever.
I long to feel your touch again
it’s been an eon since we were close.
 Let my hands glide across your skin
 leaving my mark in all the right places.
Let our words dance in the air
painting the cold gray sky with life.
 Let us create again.

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