“My hands lay as sheer rocks lay shattered against the water.
Water that brings me to the side of the oh so slippery cliff.”
With each movement against your skin, I feel as you.
The tremble, the mass of emotion that my fingertips want more, but at
The same time have enough with you. The tear that encompasses my face
I can assure you is filled with grace, compassion, lathed with love.
As my hands tremble as I move I cannot let your presence escape the cubicle of forte night emotion.
Ha the graced emotion is nothing. Even with the oh so eccentric music I try and portray through writing. Means quit latterly nothing. Sad to say.
got a love-bug pretty bad. All kidding aside it is a lovely
poem. I really enjoyed the read. Kind Regards. B Or Manyfacets.