You kissed me, My heart stopped my lips parted I remembered who I was I left.
It is close to dusk as we walk along the pier We stop and stare out at the gold-winged, blue-green waves crashing on the shore We make small talk and small gestures All to mask Our true desires The urge to touch is overwhelming as is the need to speak the truth But I stop… Continue reading A Stroll on the Pier
Sometimes, I see you standing outside my door On the other side of the courtyard. Sometimes, I feel your hand in mine, only It’s no longer forbidden. Sometimes, I touch a picture of you And feel myself in your embrace. Sometimes, I taste the sweetness of your kiss And I call out your name. Sometimes,… Continue reading Sometimes