Poem page twenty-six
Breathing
I love the sound of my lovers breath
I love the breeze in the leaves of the trees
I feel the air stroke my cheek
With a lovers touch
Gently fingers caresse.
I am warmed by winter sun and by the light in your eyes.
I am refreshed by the rain and the dew
And by thoughts of you
When I awake in morning mist.
In shapes of shifting clouds I see your face
And in the wind I feel your love.
A Duel of Delight and Desperation
