16 April 2012
Your hand is pressed Against the small of my back.
I am suddenly in your arms.
There is a tenderness In your voice.
Words unspoken linger In the early morning air.
Blindly I follow Rum on my tongue Stay with me Dance until the sun comes up.
Your hands My hips Lips against lips.
I want to know Your bones Your fingerprints On my skin.
The sound of your breath in my ear.
Opuss № I