Monday, February 16, 2009

Sweet nothing

Where there were arms -
I did know whose warmth of touch was my repose.
and the evenings chill did fuel our flame
as we listened to the trees whispering our names
Shoulders paled by the moonless nights
That her hair was woven with the stars of its light
Where the storms in our eyes did reside
yet love’s lightening did slip
– From our skies

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009

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