Friday, July 23, 2010

Poem titles stress me out.

A longing deep inside me
And sways in the breeze of untrollable thoughts
A yearning
for the touch.
There's a look
We all know
A hooked
a comfort
even apart.

You are a mystery to me
The face with no distinction
But what I would give
To know who you are.

I will hold you someday.
I will try to take your breath away.

Your name will flow from my soul
As we meet, I know.


Denise said...


Anonymous said...

Whoever they are will be the most fortunate of all.