Sunday, January 11, 2009


Your skin is like a drug to me when you touch my skin.

Your body, like a wall for me to lean against when I'm tired.

Your face is a relief when the anxiety sits on me like a weight.

Your voice is soothing and sweet in a world of noise and chaos.

Your soul is my soul's mate and that which I did search for all of my youth, that I found you so young is a gift.

I love you, feel you, taste you, breathe you.

My heart is not mine anymore;

It's yours.