you're asleep,
your gentle breath warm on my face.
you're so close,
if i touch touch you,
would you feel?
would you leave the place of safety,
made in your dream?
you're stirring,
your moaning scares me.
you've moved away,
no longer facing me.
there's a distance.
i can't reach you.
my place of safety, now in my dreams.
you're gone,
no breathing, no stirring.
no warmth, no sound.
no safe place,
no more dreams.
Thursday, November 23, 2006
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3 comments:
Pragtig. We all need warmth and we all need to feel as if we belong.
Sometimes we just look for things in the wrong places.
but we just keep looking... ne parra. ;)
Yes parra warra, search and you will find. ;-)
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